GOLDEN STREETS OF HOME

GOLDEN STREETS OF HOME
(chorus)
When I step on the streets of that shining city all the troubles of this life will be gone. I will gaze on the walls that are made of Jasper as St. Peter walks me to my new home. Then I’ll shake glad hands with my friends and loved ones who have waited for me on that distant shore. Oh what singing there will be and what joy awaits for me when I step on those golden streets of home.
Well, John wrote about a city that’s not made by hands with it’s beauty that no man can describe. The mansions in that city are for the brides of the bridegroom and the wedding feast is waiting just inside. No sorrow ever enters through the gates of that city and no tear drops will ever dim our eyes. The tree of life is blooming and the sun is always shining in that land where I’ll evermore abide.
(Back to Chorus)