by Helen Johnson

One day all the trials of life

will be over,

On that day I'll have reached

my goal.

I will enter those beautiful

gates of Glory

And I'll walk up those streets

of gold!

One day I will leave behind

all of life's burdens

For a land where no one

will ever grow old.

All the answers to all of the

questions I've pondered

My Heavenly Father

will to me, unfold.

I will dwell in the land of

milk and honey;

All the beauty of heaven

my eyes will behold.

I will sit at the feet of my

blessed redeemer

and together we'll walk

up those streets of gold!