John on the Isle of Patmos
Gazing back on the race he had run
Seemed like such a dream
He had truly seen God's only Son.
Now confined to this tiny island
Far away from those he loves.
Feeling all alone
His mind would just toward home and be in
Heavenly places, familiar faces
Walking with the Savior by the Sea of Galilee he'd be in
Heavenly places, warming embraces