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