The Trade
I'm trading the bright lights for the bluest skies
My eyes have ever seen
The jungle of asphalt that I now walk
For the purest of golden streets
This one room shack in which I live
For a mansion of many rooms
The lies told by the deciever
For an eternity of truth
I'm trading the aches the pain the guilt the shame
For a soul that's sastisfied
As these bones and flesh return to dust
Greeted by the other side
Where I will meet my maker
And His Son face to face
Praising Jesus as my Savior
Throughout my never ending days
I'm trading in the corruption
And all of sins control
As it has given me nothing
But evil desires of want
When I breathe my final breath of this life
On that glorious day
Leaving all of this behind
When I make the trade
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