untill you find yourself back home your Father is bereft
we're fashioned in His likeness ...he took all that he had
enclosed it deep within our hearts , he knew we would be glad
glad to find the treasure , for it has always been
a tresure hunt ...adventures of ..through books i've read and seen
and now at last the pictire, painted in by me
to tell the story of Paradise Isle with golden sands and seas
the boat is upside down now , the oars are put away
no rowing left to do now , the hammock is in sway
the treasure's in a little box just underneath the tree
the jewels from revelations all tipped out for me
the crystals , the dimonds the emeralds shine
Divinity's mine
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