Your's in Christ, The Reverend Cecil Smith
SOMETHING PRECIOUS
When I think of something precious,
Like an heirloom or a coin.
It's then I stop and thank Him,
For the place where I am going.
The walls of solid jasper,
I'm thankful to behold.
And to stroll in heaven's splendor,
On those streets of solid gold.
Those precious gates will open,
Like a pearl my light will shine.
When my Saviour bids me welcome,
To that precious home of mine.
Yes, precious is the mansion,
Made for you, and made for me.
And oh the joy there with him,
Throughout all eternity.
