Bob Burnette - The Timeless Potter

When the final trumpet sounds,
To hail the end of time,
And we have crossed o'er Jordan
Into Heaven's Golden Land,
Upon the waters of the river that flows
Through the NEW JERUSALEM,
Will be the POTTER
Still dredging mud and sand.

Bob Burnette

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