The holy hills of Heaven call me
To mansions bright across the sea
Where loved ones wait and
crowns are given
When the hills of home keep calling me
This house of flesh is but a prison
Bars of bone hold my soul
But the doors of clay are gonna burst wide open
When the angel sets my spirit free
I'll take my flight like a mighty eagle
When the hills of home start calling me
I see loved ones over yonder
Tears are gone and hearts are free
And from the throne king Jesus beckons
Oh the hills of home are calling me
This house of flesh is but a prison
Bars of bone hold my soul
But the doors of clay are gonna burst wide open
When the angel sets my spirit free
I'll take my flight like a mighty eagle
When the hills of home start calling me
- Author: Brian Otucho (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: December 19th, 2024 01:21
- Comment from author about the poem: I love this song much. My mother used to put this song on speaker for me last year, when I was very sick that I even wanted to commit suicide. The song encouraged me through the tough time. Its lines are strong and poetic, I love it.
- Category: Religion
- Views: 14
Comments2
Nicely written, i don`t know the song but i Love the line Bars of Bone hold my Soul, Good read
Thank you.
You are very welcome
Beautiful
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