We dream of a place of beauty, of love, of peace, of love, of peace, of love, of peace, of beauty, of wonder, where all of the hungry are filled. We hear there is peace and a silent amazement, a land where time stands still. What's it like? Rolling up and down the street of gold, seeing the marvel that has not been told, lifting the name of the King of our kings. Angels cheer, trumpets are playing, praises loud and clear, watching the glory of our Lord unfold, and all on the street of dear gold. A river of life running free in a city, and nobody ever cries. The light of the Lamb shining bright there, no one died there, and nobody ever dies. What's it like? Rolling up and down the street of gold, seeing the marvel that has not been told, lifting the name of the King of our kings. Angels cheer, trumpets are playing, praises loud and clear, watching the glory of our Lord unfold, and all on the street of dear gold. A final home far beyond the sky, Lord, I am so ready to fly. What's it like? Rolling up and down the street of gold, seeing the marvel that has not been told, lifting the name of the King of our kings. Angels cheer, trumpets are playing, praises loud and clear, watching the glory of our Lord unfold, and all on the street of dear gold. What's it like? Rolling up and down the street of gold, seeing the marvel that has not been told, lifting the name of the King of our kings. Angels cheer, trumpets are playing, praises loud and clear, watching the glory of our Lord unfold, and all on the street of dear gold. Angels cheer, trumpets are playing, praises loud and clear, watching the glory of our Lord unfold, and all on the street of dear gold. What's it like? Rolling up and down the street of gold, seeing the marvel that has not been told, lifting the name of the King of our kings. Angels cheer, trumpets are playing, praises loud and clear, watching the glory of our Lord unfold, and all on the street of dear gold. What's it like? Rolling up and down the street of gold, seeing the marvel that has not been told, lifting the name of the King of our kings. Angels cheer, trumpets are playing, praises loud and clear, watching the glory of our Lord unfold, and all on the street of dear gold. Thanks for watching!