Lyrics Shamayim of Gold - Hazakim

I'm looking forward, toward the ultimate Sabbath day
Where the former order of things on this planet have passed away
Beyond this physical plane awaits a whole new world
With a city of 12 gates, made from one huge pearl
Where everyone looks young, speaking one new tongue
Looking glorious, shining like the rays from the sun
The nations will come, waiting to see His glorious Face
Praising the Son, receiving the reward that awaits
It's not a flight of steps ascending for miles up in the clouds
Greeted by babies with wings, plucking on strings
There's not a line of people waiting to get in the gate either
And no, Saint Peter is not the gatekeeper
Since the fall of Adam, life is savage and time flies
Hard to fathom but try to imagine in your mind's eye
A place where division and contention are never mentioned
A new dimension where fellowshipping is never ending
The thought of dying never enters our minds
We'll be forever in our prime, in heaven there is no time
But for now we're in this makeshift home, so creation groans
Until He returns and takes us home to Heaven
In a world gone frantic, I stand as a messianic. Can't stand it this planet isn't my home.
But I long for Mount Zion in Novi Yerushalayim When I'm by Him in the Shamayim of Gold
The redeemed sons & daughters will drink of the living water from the Father & the Lamb on the Throne
Cuz His glory is the story and we'll all be shouting "holy" as we serve him in the Shamayim of gold

In Heaven, travel will be no hassle, no need of transportation
Desire your location – reach your destination
On this physical side the laws of physics apply
But in heaven these laws we're no longer limited by
Our bodies will be glorified with heightened senses and physical feelings
Still we'll be able to somehow walk through literal buildings
No need for moons 'cus there will be no night-time
No need for a sun, God's glory will make the light shine
Transparent roads made of pure gold
A rushing river of living water as clear as crystal flows from the Throne
You and Messiah privately walking beside the quiet streams
Enjoying the sounds, in the background angelic choirs sing
A heavenly melody, impossible audible notes
Lyrics so wonderful, for now it's unlawful to quote
We will be astounded by our surroundings
As we discover beautiful colors by the thousands that are all around us
Delicious food Yeshua freely will give
We'll eat it for pleasure, not because we need it to live
The reward is infinite, we'll explore the limitless
With our Lord more intimate, never bored but interested in Heaven

In a world gone frantic, I stand as a messianic. Can't stand it this planet isn't my home.
But I long for Mount Zion in Novi Yerushalayim When I'm by Him in the Shamayim of Gold
The redeemed sons & daughters will drink of the living water from the Father & the Lamb on the Throne
Cuz His glory is the story and we'll all be shouting "holy" as we serve him in the Shamayim of gold

At the Throne in white robes is a sea of people no man can number
Their praises will sound like rushing water and roaring thunder
The sound of wings fluttering and creatures never seen
Like Seraphim who hide their feet and eyes while worshipping
The Lion from Zion who brings down the New Yerushalayim
A city unlike any, fashioned by God's design
The names of the apostles of the Lamb are etched upon
Twelve different precious stones that this City will rest upon
After measuring this expansion
Biblical scholars have calculated roughly the number of mansions
As five quadrillion, six hundred seventy-seven trillion
Six hundred thirty-five billion, a hundred million
Mansions in the New Jerusalem, that's if we can assume
There's seven thousand square feet measured in each of the rooms
This city will not be over-crowded, you measure this by mileage
The length and width of this palace is from DC to Dallas
And just as many miles up
Imagine five thousand, four hundred and forty empire state buildings piled up
The proportions are awesome in this place
In the face of the Sovereign where all sin is erased
As Yeshua and His bride hold hands, while we slow-dance
In the eternal honeymoon suite of the Great Romance
With no chance of falling ever again
We will be His people and God will dwell forever with men in Heaven