Earthly courtyards? Not for me,
In heaven’s gate I want to be;
Forever, with my Lord and King,
So my heart can truly sing.

In the realm I love the best,
Where angels in white robes are dressed;
A golden harp each one does play,
Now the Kingdom rule holds sway.

I’m in a wilderness so bleak,
My spirit home is what I seek;
So, may I strive forevermore,
To enter through yon heaven’s door.

So dear sweet Jesus, hear my prayer,
May I soon be, with you there;
Among your brethren, oh so dear,
My goal it is so crystal clear!

Yes, earthly joys hold naught for me,
With heavenly things I now must be;
A stranger—I remain below,
Until the time, has come to go…

To my Master up above,
Yes, the one I truly love;
Earthly courts hold naught for me,
In heaven’s gate I want to be.

Where Eagles Gather
Rosemary Page