PREACHIN’ BY THE ROADSIDE

PREACHIN’ BY THE ROADSIDE
Preachin’ by the roadside as the world goes by, tossed up and scorned and sometimes made to cry. People say we’re crazy when we sing and shout, but we’ve got something to shout about.
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Somewhere in Glory you’ll find me, you’ll find me, yes, you’ll find me. Somewhere in Glory you’ll find me, singin’ and a shoutin’ thru eternity.
While I am sleeping under the sod, waiting to stand at the right hand of God. Angels are holding my robe and my crown. Gabriel is waiting his trumpet to sound.
If you don’t see me when you enter the door, look beneath the tree on that beautiful shore. I’ll be there waiting, watching for you in a mansion of Glory somewhere beyond the blue.