Haven Called Heaven Songtext
von The King's Heralds

A Haven Called Heaven

I′ve journeyed a lifetime, in search of a city
A haven of rest, for my tired soul
By faith I have seen it, just o'er the Horizon
From all I can tell, it sure looks like Home!

There′s a Haven Called Heaven, a place for the weary!
Where those with a burden, can lay down their load;
I will rest from my labor, in the arms of my Savior,
In that Haven Called Heaven, at the end of the road.


The winds of temptation will not blow against me
The rains of defeat, won't beat on my face
I'll not run for shelter, I′ll be safe forever
For nothing can harm me, there in that place!

There′s a Haven Called Heaven, a place for the weary!
Where those with a burden, can lay down their load;
I will rest from my labor, in the arms of my Savior,
In that Haven Called Heaven, at the end of the road.

I will rest from my labor, in the arms of my Savior,
In that Haven Called Heaven, at the end of the road.