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This was published in the September's 2003 issue of the JellyBean Junction The World Tomorrow Come my little children A tale I want to tell Of the World Tomorrow Where we will dwell In the city of Mount Zion You will have great fun As you lay down with a lion Underneath the heavenly sun The lions will be as gentle As the sheep out in the lea All the wild animals will be Tamed and able to run free You can reach out and pat them Feed them from your hand Gather all the insects That crawl this mighty land You can swim in the oceans Ride the whales in the sea Run through the valley Swing from the trees You can tickle fish in the water Chase a butterfly in the air Climb the tallest mountains Face the biggest bear Pick the prettiest flowers Pluck the most precious rose Run through the city of Zion On streets paved in gold Then as you lay down to sleep You’ll not wake up with screams For you see in this new land There are only pleasant dreams So my little children A tale I have told Of the World Tomorrow This story will unfold. ![]() Click the image , it will take you to my guest book.
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