Prayer of the Homeless
When this life is over and this world has passed away
I'll be singing with the angel choir in God's kingdom where I'll stay.
No more wondering if I'll eat today or where I'll lay my head.
I'll be dining at God's table with a soft cloud for my bed.
No more boxcars, bridges or jail cells, no more heartache, tears or pain.
Just singing with the angels as we praise God's Holy Name.
Singing with the angel choir, that's where I long to be
Praising the One who forgave me and set my spirit free.
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