Won'T It Be Perfect
VI. There’s a land where I call my home. A perfect place God made for me. A place
He made for His children. Won’t it be perfect up there?
CH. Won’t it be perfect up there? No tears to cry, no sad good-byes. Joy all the time,
all by and by. Won’t it be perfect every time?
VII. I will see family and friends. I will see my home and streets of gold, and I’ll see
Jesus and I’ll take His hand. Won’t it be a perfect day?
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