Someday I'll shed this mortal flesh
And fly away to my Heavenly home,
Leaving behind this old world,
And in sin no more will I roam.
The closer I get to that goal,
I think of Heaven more and more.
How will it be when I arrive
Upon that celestial, golden shore?
Yes, the gates are made of pearl,
And the streets are made of gold,
But also God's Word tells us
That the half has never been told.
Will my loved ones meet me there
When I arrive on that glad day,
Or will my Savior greet me first
When I arrive at my home to stay?
Will I have to wait in line
To see my dear Savior's face,
Or will I see Him just shortly
On my arrival in that place?
Am I too Heavenly minded
To be of any earthly good?
I must be about God's business
And work the way I should.
Still, I am so very anxious
To see my dear Savior's face.
I want to thank Him for His love
And for His matchless grace.