I’ve been told of fortress strong tall towers to the sky. It’s been sung in ancient song before it men will fly. Enemies have pressed the walls foundation rock runs deep. Soon in battle foes all fall before this massive keep. Stately gates atop the hill sole entrance to be found. ‘fore it men of iron will fall humbly to the ground. Only can the humble walk through gates that bar their way. Through these gates of living rock they hear the keeper say, “Enter in, my faithful son, this city by my grace. By the battles I have won when I built you this place.” Open wide the gates will swing and humble man will stand. In the distance voices sing, “Come in to city grand!” Walking in on dusty feet onto the streets of gold. There the keeper will he meet, “I’ll wash your feet,” he’s told. After cleansing tender touch he’s led through city vast. Finding riches there with such deep beauty that will last. Years and years will not provide time for the wealth that’s here. Time to know all gems inside within the city’s tiers. Many years have passed since I walked through those humble gates. Soon will come my day to die, true city now awaits. But in days that I am old, so distant from my youth. I’ll seek the ones to be told of beauty’s richest truth. Then one day in holy realm all ages far and wide Will stand ’fore eternal helm, scarred keeper at our side.