The clouds are rippling pink and gold
With rubies only God can hold.
And to my God that I beseech,
I pray that someday I might reach
And touch the jewels that God can touch,
And hold the treasure of heaven I crave so much.
The clouds are rippling pink and gold
With rubies only God can hold.
And to my God that I beseech,
I pray that someday I might reach
And touch the jewels that God can touch,
And hold the treasure of heaven I crave so much.