The Streets Of Heaven
 


Down the streets of heaven some day I want to walk.
And take the hand of my sweet Jesus and have a little talk.
To walk the streets of gold and swim in the crystal sea.
To be with my dear mother, it's where I want to be.

 

Someday I'll make the journey, I'll walk the golden streets.
I'll walk thru death's dark valley's to still waters that run deep.
I'll see my long lost loved ones who sit at Jesus' feet.
I'll hear the angels singing with voices soft and sweet.

 

 

Until that day does come, I'll do my work for Him.
Because He is my savior and also He's my friend.
Yes I'll walk down the streets of heaven, down those streets of gold.
I know someday I will, because Jesus told me so.

 

 

© By Gloria Collins
  8/8/03 

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