No Reservations.

By: Jordan Ross

No reservations. 

All draw near, youg and old 

To sing about his glory told.

Neither heat nor bugs nor schemes take hold

In the land where milk and honey flows.

The Lord's glory here ne'er ceases to show

And will pierce the soul like bow and arrow.

Only time will tell the blessings to come,

And to all those who dwell in his home,

None will fail to praise the Holy One.

This place holds no reservations, 

In a land where much is feared.

For those who've come to bereave this nation, 

The treasure is for these who hear and draw near.