Paradise

In a blink of an eye
When the last trumpet is blown
I’ll be going
I’ll be going home
In a blink of an eye
When the last trumpet is blown
I’ll be going
I’ll be going home

The walls of jasper
The city made of gold
The gates of solid pearl
A beautiful home
No need of Sun
No need of Moon
The Lord God
All-Powerful
Your Glory shining
Your Glory shining

Jerusalem
Jerusalem
That’s my home
That’s my home