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One day I was singing this song written in my heart,
Home is where the heart is,
Oh Lord, I'm ready to go.
I can almost see the
Gates of that city,
From this old world below.
The door of heaven stood open,
To enter in I was not afraid,
As Jesus called, "Come up here,
I'll show you the beautiful plan I made."
The Supper's already on the table,
For all the children to gather round.
By and by we'll meet altogether,
When we hear that trumpet sound.
Jesus said,
"My Father has many mansions,
I went to prepare a place for you.
There is a multitude of many nations,
I have prepared those mansions too."
A river of life, clear as crystal flows out,
From God and the Lamb's holy throne.
And the tree of life on either side of it,
For those that God has called his own.
Lord...
Now, I know my work on earth's not done,
And I'm just a traveler passing through.
My heavenly home is where my heart is.
Where you are, there I will be too.
Thank you Lord for making a way,
For those who believe to enter in,
For the lamp that guides our feet,
Your sacrifice, and remission of our sin.
Today I am singing a song written in my heart..
Let me stand with your angels in heaven as they bow,
Crying "holy, holy, holy, unto the Lord."
Open my heart, open my eyes,
Fill every part of my being inside,
And let me be holy, holy, holy, unto you Lord.
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