~Mansion Over The Hilltop~

I'm satisfied with just a cottage below,
A little silver, and a little gold.
But in that city where the ransomed will shine,
I want a gold one that's silver-lined.
I've got a mansion, just over the hilltop,
In that bright land where we'll never grow old.
And someday yonder, I will never more wander,
But walk on streets that are purest gold.
Don't think me poor or deserted or lonely,
I'm not discouraged, I'm Heaven bound.
I'm just a pilgrim in search of a City,
I want a mansion, a harp and a crown.
Though often tempted, tormented and tested,
And like the prophet, my pillow a stone.
And though I find here, no permanent dwelling,
I know He'll give me a mansion my own.

Design by my friend Evelyn Sherrell