John wore simple raiment. Every day he walked a dusty path. When he told his crazy stories, all the people laughed. He looks across the field and whispers, "Everything here is so brown." There's something different about him. Have you seen the things he's written down? John talked to the people. This is what he told. "Imagine trading these dusty streets for streets of purest gold." "There's a city even greater than Rome. A throne of holy light." "Walls of jasper and gates of pearls, and never comes a night." Most of the people just turned and left. Still some others stayed. We asked John how he knew these things but all that he would say. "God has made me a lonely man. He knew that I would yearn And count the sunsets that bring me to the day that I'll return." He said "This is what it's all about. This is what it's all about." "Pray and love one another. This is what it's all about." John's hands would quiver sitting at his desk at night. He thought about all the things he'd seen and write them down by candle light. Early every morning, John faces the sunrise. Like he's waiting for something with a faraway look in his eyes. He said, "This is what it's all about. This is what it's all about." "Pray and love one another. This is what it's all about." La La La?.La La, La La La?.La La?La La La?La La La La La?.La La, La La La?.La La?La La La?La La La La La?.La La, La La La?.La La?La La La?La La "This is what it's all about. This is what it's all about." "Pray and love one another. This is what it's all about."
