City of Gold
May peace be upon my people,
open your house, faith under the steeple .
Grab hold to our prayers,
grab hold to our love,
grab hold to our god and all that he does.
Make way for the king, when he lays out the path,
golden gates of heaven, the last wish to have had.
Gather all the souls, of all different colors,
report to the gates, my sisters my brothers.
When you arrive, you won't need a thing.
God has it prepared, and the angels will sing.
Everything in heaven, is made out of gold,
no need to want, nothing there to be sold.
No need to stress, to cry, or to weep,
no need for money, or for shoes on your feet.
Everything you wished from deep in your soul,
is inside the gates,
the lords city of gold.
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