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| ~ MY BEAUTIFUL NEW HOME ~ |
| WHEN I THINK OF ALL THE GLORY THAT IS WAITING FOR ME UP THERE, A PLACE WITH NO MORE HEARTACHES, AND A PLACE WITH NO MORE TEARS. ~ ~ ~ NO MORE WILL THERE BE VALLEYS THAT ALWAYS KEEP YOU DOWN, NO MORE WILL THERE BE HEARTACHES THAT ALWAYS LINGER AROUND. ~ ~ ~ THERE THE SUN WILL ALWAYS SHINE AND SWEET PEACE TO FILL THE SOUL, AND THERE YOU WILL HEAR THE ANGELS SINGING ON STREETS OF GOLD. ~ ~ ~ NO MORE PAIN TO EVER BREAK YOU AND LEAVE YOU OUT OF CONTROL, NO MORE STRIFE TO EVER HARM YOU JUST NEW BEAUTY TO BEHOLD. ~ ~ ~ AND WHO SHALL REIGN BUT JESUS IN THAT HEAVENLY LAND SO FAIR, AND ALL HIS FAITHFUL CHILDREN WHO ARE LIVING TODAY, DOWN HERE... |
| Written by Ann Hart July 27, 2004 Copyrighted ~ ~ ~ Can't wait to meet you all up there ! ! |
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