The land of God
Where the name of Jesus cries,
There's a beautiful place right before your eyes.
A place where you are big and bold,
A place where you never get old.
The land of God stands right there
A place where you are young and fair.
A land where there is always light,
And God's presence is bright.
All the walls are made of gold,
The king tells stories that should be told.
A place where you are young and free,
Because we are the children of God, you see.