Heaven
HEAVEN
I’m going to a mansion glistening with streets of gold,
There where no shadows gather, there where we’ll never grow old.
Heaven, heaven, beautiful city called heaven.
There I will dwell with my Saviour dear
In that bright city called heaven.
There will be no more sadness, sickness will not be known,
Death will be gone forever, and we will always be home.
These words written to “Beautiful Isle Of Somewhere.”
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