The Streets of Gold


As I was passing from this world,
it all just slipped away;
I stepped onto the Streets of Gold
and loved ones led the way.

I was met with shouts of welcome...
their arms were open wide...
they led me to the Father
and I rested at His side.

I lived my life with treasures
more powerful than gold...
My blessings can't be measured,
or bartered, bought, or sold.

I'll be right here when you get Home.
I'll leave the porch light on.
I'll have your supper on the stove
so you can have it warm.

Please, put a smile on your face,
and a dance within your soul;
for you will meet me in this place,
and we'll walk the Streets of Gold.

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