by Guest » Mon Nov 25, 2013 3:13 pm
ONE OF THOSE MANSIONS IS MINE - Morris Stancil / (c) 1974 by L David Young Music / BMI
There's a blessed, holy city, called Heaven I'm told,
Where the walls are made of jasper, and the streets are made of gold;
On the streets of that fair city are mansions so fine,
And one of those mansion is mine.
One of those mansions is mine,
Yes, one of those mansions is mine;
A home filled with glory divine,
Yes, one of those mansions is mine.
I may have you for a neighbor, oh, won't that be grand?
Just to stroll all over Heaven, and view that fair land;
We'll sit beside the river and sing of God's love,
With Jesus in Heaven above!
(repeat chorus)
ONE OF THOSE MANSIONS IS MINE - Morris Stancil / (c) 1974 by L David Young Music / BMI
There's a blessed, holy city, called Heaven I'm told,
Where the walls are made of jasper, and the streets are made of gold;
On the streets of that fair city are mansions so fine,
And one of those mansion is mine.
One of those mansions is mine,
Yes, one of those mansions is mine;
A home filled with glory divine,
Yes, one of those mansions is mine.
I may have you for a neighbor, oh, won't that be grand?
Just to stroll all over Heaven, and view that fair land;
We'll sit beside the river and sing of God's love,
With Jesus in Heaven above!
(repeat chorus)