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The Passing

If you hear that I am dead, don’t believe it, my friend. For I shall be more alive, than I have ever been. Don’t be grieving for me, I’ll be walking on streets of gold. I’ll be rejoicing around God’s throne, amidst splendor untold. When I pass from death to LIFE, I shall join all the saints around the throne of God, in that Heavenly land. I’ll go beyond the stars. With the Angels, I’ll fly away. I’ll live forever and ever. O, say, won’t that be grand! O, what joy awaits me there, In that shining city! The gates of pearl are open so that we can enter in. The river of LIFE that is flowing forever, is in the midst of God’s throne, for those who are free from sin. I will never die, I shall be changed. From mortal to immortality. I will walk those golden streets, and live forever, with my Savior whom I am longing to see.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016




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