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!