Pretentious Poetry Readings Songtext

von Terry Scott Taylor

And the river flows from the throne of God, passing by the tree of life,
And in this place no candle burns for the Lamb shall be our light,
See the holy city coming down from Heaven,
Here there'll be no tears, no night,
We will reign with Him in raiment shining bright.

And we say, "Come, Lord,"
And he says, "My reward is with me,"
And we say, "Come, Lord,"
And He says, "I am the first and last,"
The bride cries, "Even so, oh when will my love return?"
We say, "Come, Lord" and He says, "Soon."

We will see His face,
He will speak our name and He'll wipe our tears away,
He shall be our God,
We shall be his own, and His love will light our way,
There will be no sorrow, there will be no mourning,
Death is vanquished on that day,
"Yes, come quickly, Lord," the bride and Spirit say.

We all say, "Come, Lord,"
And he says, "My reward is with me,"
We all say, "Come, Lord,"
And He says, "I am the first and last,"
The bride cries, "Even so, oh when will my love return?"
We say, "Come, Lord" and He says, "Soon."

La, la, la, la, la...

Now see the holy city coming down from Heaven,
Here there'll be no tears, no night,
We will reign with Him in raiment shining bright.

We all say, "Come, Lord," (Jesus quickly come)
And he says, "My reward is with me,"
We all cry, "Come, Lord," (Jesus quickly come)
And He says, "I am the first and last,"
The bride cries, "Even so, oh when will my love return?"
We cry, "Come, Lord" and He says, "Soon."

And the river flows from the throne of God, passing by the tree of life,
And in this place no candle burns for the Lord shall be our light.