My kingdom need not come.
For my kingdom is a place I must go.
And it calls to me in mountains.
And it sings to me with birds.
It washes me with rivers.
And provides room enough for herds.
Though it fills me with more questions,
It leaves my soul consoled.
For my kingdom need not come.
It is calling.
And I must go.
For my kingdom is a place I must go.
And it calls to me in mountains.
And it sings to me with birds.
It washes me with rivers.
And provides room enough for herds.
Though it fills me with more questions,
It leaves my soul consoled.
For my kingdom need not come.
It is calling.
And I must go.