I see a pathway paved to glory,
With rocks along the side;
A trail of blood the centerline,
Left by a very precious friend of mine.
I looked for him in the garden,
As I passed along that way;
I saw where he had prayed there,
For souls and their salvation,
To be kept in a future age.
Mine eyes look up to behold him,
On the resurrection morn;
Imagine on us he’s looking,
Tenderhearted, worlds filled with tears;
With his concern and compassion,
That he would love us so dear.
Golden streets there await us,
Faithful souls there we’ll see;
His Fullness, Grace and Glory,
A final end to our fears.
He leads the just soul out of trouble,
With a good word maketh hearts glad
The fruit of righteousness is a tree of life,
When God of heaven says “step inside!”
( In remembrance of Elder D.J. Carnley; June 5, 1999)
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