When I was just a little girl,
I'd sit on Momma's knee.
She'd tell me about Jesus,
and how He died for me.
She told me about His nail scared hands,
His trip to Calvary.
His death upon the cross,
to save a child like me.
I looked into my Momma's eyes,
all the love their I did see.
I saw her love for Jesus,
and the love she had for me.
I said, "I want to say a prayer,
to get forgiveness of my sins.
I want Jesus to cleanse my soul,
and change my life within.
I want to stroll across Heaven,
meet the angels in the square.
Hear gospel singing,
I know will be sang up there.
I want to walk on the streets of Gold,
and meet my loved ones there.
Yes, I want to walk with You Jesus,
Will you let me meet You there?
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I want to walk with You Jesus.
I want to walk with You Jesus,
will you let me meet You there?
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