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Heaven, the streets they say are made of pure gold,
a place where no one ever grows old.
I know if we're lucky, our loved ones will
be there,
and we don't have to worry, or have even a care.
St. Peter wil meet us there at the Gate,
He'll ask us some questions, determine our fate.
The ones who know Jesus, will answer the call,
the other I'm sorry, will soon take the fall.
St.Peter will open those, White Pearly Gates,
and then I'll see Heaven, Oh how I can't wait.
But the most that excites me, and what I'm looking
forward to,is the day I meet Jesus,
would you like that too?
Jesus my Savior, who saved me by Grace,
the day I will look Him straight in the face.
Jesus my Savior who died on the cross,
Oh how I thank Him, I'm no longer lost.
I will look at the scars on His feet and His hands
I will bow down before him for he died for all man.
He will kneal down beside, like he did long ago,
and place His arms around me, and let His spirit flow.
The He will gently whisper, " You need not be afraid,
for you are now in My house, where you will live each day.
Then I'll start to sing Hallaugha, to this man in front
of me,
This man who hung on the cross, for I am now set FREE!!.
By Gail Kendrick