Voices come from way up high from the
angles in the sky
Could this all be a dream, could I be
imagining
How could that be the senses are real
that I am feeling
This land is so pure the stream is so
clear this is heaven for sure
Where the river runs so freely and the
pearly gates are gleaming
This is the land my savior dwells
There are halos all around me
Voices of people singing praises to
Christ our Lord. Standing at heaven’s
door
All my friends have come aboard
To these clouds all fluffy white
These golden streets and so much more and
that waterfall what a sight
Now I’ve come home from my long vacation
My mansion’s there is done the Lord is
waiting to greet me again
I’m lost in a daydream
Crystal clear water coming up from the
well
I hear angles singing this is the land
where my savior dwells
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