The buildings they stand
And look so grand
With steeples that rise
To the sky above
But the fact must be told
And it may leave you cold
That this building one day will be old.
But more than that
And it is a fact
That nothing here will last
For time will pass
And then shall be lost
Never again will it be
No more will it ever be.
But please look above
To that city of gold
Where forever the saints will be
With their Saviour and friend
Who from sin did save them
Forever with Him they shall be
Forever with Him they shall be.
