| Heaven On My Mind |
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Can you picture a mansion on a hilltop Or streets paved with gold, Crystal streams running by, Never being hungry or cold ... Meeting our loved ones Who have gone on before, Being able to praise our Savior; The one that we love and adore? Picture a lion Laying down with a lamb, Flowers and orchards God made With the wave of His hand ... Singing songs to our Father, Lifting Him up with our praise, Finally seeing the one Called the Ancient of Days ... Seeing the nail prints In His hands and His feet, Hearing Him say, "Well done, My child. Your journey is now complete." I picture these things clearly In my mind, as I sleep. One day, it will be real - When my Savior I will meet. |
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