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?