by Guest » Tue Apr 15, 2008 11:28 am
Gates of pearl, streets of gold where we'll never grow old.
In Heaven that bright city so fair.
And all the saints they will be singing, Glory Glory to the Lamb.
Oh, what a day our first day will be.
CHORUS
Oh what a day our first day in heaven
When we look upon His precious face.
And He says my child you're welcome, You have won the final race
Oh what a day our first day will be.
Now I can see my loved ones standing,
With their arms stretched open wide.
And their faces all shining with a radiant glow.
But best of all I'll see my Jesus, Oh, what a glorious sight.
And He is saying My child you're welcome
And everything will be all right.
Gates of pearl, streets of gold where we'll never grow old.
In Heaven that bright city so fair.
And all the saints they will be singing, Glory Glory to the Lamb.
Oh, what a day our first day will be.
CHORUS
Oh what a day our first day in heaven
When we look upon His precious face.
And He says my child you're welcome, You have won the final race
Oh what a day our first day will be.
Now I can see my loved ones standing,
With their arms stretched open wide.
And their faces all shining with a radiant glow.
But best of all I'll see my Jesus, Oh, what a glorious sight.
And He is saying My child you're welcome
And everything will be all right.