Thy Kingdom come

My eyes long to see
the Glorious daybreak of the dawn of Your Kingdom, Oh Lord.

I long to see the City of God,
sparkling like a crystal chandelier giving light of itself.

I long to hear the voices
of the choirs of angels, singing around the Glorious City.

I long to see New Jerusalem
descending from the Heavens like a bride prepared for the Bridegroom.

Oh Jerusalem, I long to walk on your streets of gold.