Friday, June 18, 2010

Where the Roses Never Fade

I am going to a city
where the streets with gold are laid,
where the tree of life is blooming
and the roses never fade.
Here they bloom but for a season,
soon their beauty is decayed;
I am going to a city,
where the roses never fade.
In this world we have our troubles,
Satan's snares we must evade;
we'll be free from all temptations,
where the roses never fade.
Loved ones gone to be with Jesus,
in their robes of white arrayed,
now are waiting for my coming,
where the roses never fade.
This is the song we sang at Aunt Sena's funeral.

4 comments:

Mari said...

This is a great old song, filled with hope!

Amy said...

BEAUTIFUL song. Thank you for sharing. I'm sorry to hear of your husband's aunt passing. Thoughts are with your family.

Cherdecor said...

Alan and I were talking this week that we don't hear songs about heaven any more. I love this. My parents used to sing it.

Betty said...

Connie,
This hymn is so true....

Thank you for your sweet 50th Anniversary wish....yes, life does grow sweeter each day...we are so blessed.

Blessings...Betty @ Country Charm