Thursday, March 13, 2008

For Arlene And Erin From Little Montreal Girl And Little Pilgrim Pal






When I get where I'm going
on the far side of the sky.
The first thing that I'm gonna do
Is spread my wings and fly.
I'm gonna land beside a lion,
and run my fingers through his mane.
Or I might find out what it's like
To ride a drop of rain

(Chorus:)
Yeah when I get where I'm going,
there'll be only happy tears.
I will shed the sins and struggles,
I have carried all these years.
And I'll leave my heart wide open,
I will love and have no fear.
Yeah when I get where I'm going,
Don't cry for me down here.

I'm gonna walk with my grandaddy,
and he'll match me step for step,
and I'll tell him how I missed him,
every minute since he left.
Then I'll hug his neck.
(Chorus)

So much pain and so much darkness,
in this world we stumble through.
All these questions, I can't answer,
so much work to do.
But when I get where I'm going,
and I see my Maker's face.
I'll stand forever in the light,
of His amazing grace.

Yeah when I get where I'm going,
Yeah when I get where I'm going,
there'll be only happy tears.
Hallelujah!
I will love and have no fear.
When I get where I'm going.
Yeah when I get where I'm going.

4 comments:

Saija said...

timing in everything ...
this morning i got a call from finland - my 48 year old cousin died suddenly ...

earthly goodbyes are so sad.

hebrews 11:1 said...

Oh, Saija, I am so sorry to hear that! I had two friends (neighbors) die suddenly two days apart in Novemeber/December, and then my client's mom died at the end of January. I still miss my neighbors every so often, but I know it's nothing like if they were family! May God comfort you and wrap you in His arms of love. (((((HUGS))))

Love and Prayers,
LPP and Little Montreal Girl

hebrews 11:1 said...

Oh, and this song was really just from my sister. My favorite Christian song about Heaven is "I'll meet you in the morning" because I like the tune, and I love singing it in parts with my sister. My favorite country song about heaven, is called, "If Heaven." My sister sings it so well, she used to sing it for me often. Here it is in case you wonder how it goes...

If heaven was an hour, it would be twilight
When the fireflies start their dancin on the lawn
And suppers on the stove and mammas laughin
And everybodys workin day is done

If heaven was a town it would be my town
On a summer day in 1985
And everything i wanted was out there waiting
And everyone i loved was still alive

Chorus:
Dont cry tears for me now baby
There comes a time we must all say goodbye
And if thats what heaven's made of
You know I ain't afraid to die

If heaven was a pie it would be cherry
Cool and sweet and heavy on your tongue
And just one bite would satisfy your hunger
And there'd always be enough for everyone

If heaven was a train it sure would be a fast one
That could take this weary travler round the bend
And if heaven was a tear it'd be my last one
And you'd be in my arms again

Chorus:
Don't cry tears for me now baby
There comes a time we must all say goodbye
And if that's what heaven's made of
You know I ain't afraid to die

Terry said...

Oh I am so sorry Saija and Hebrews too!
This is a nice song too Little Pilgrim Pal....Love Terry

Here is another:

This World Is Not My Home

This world is not my home I'm just passing through
my treasures are laid up somewhere beyond the blue
the angels beckon me from Heaven's open door
and I can't feel at home in this world anymore

O Lord you know I have no friend like you
if Heaven's not my home then Lord what will I do?
the angels beckon me from Heaven's open door
and I can't feel at home in this world anymore

They're all expecting me and that's one thing I know
my savior pardoned me and now I onward go
I know He'll take me through though I am weak and poor
and I can't feel at home in this world anymore

O Lord you know I have no friend like you
if Heaven's not my home then Lord what will I do?
the angels beckon me from Heaven's open door
and I can't feel at home in this world anymore

Just up in Glory Land we'll live eternally
the Saints on every hand are shouting victory
their song of sweetest praise drifts back from Heaven's shore
and I can't feel at home in this world anymore

O Lord you know I have no friend like you
if Heaven's not my home then Lord what will I do?
the angels beckon me from Heaven's open door
and I can't feel at home in this world anymore