HEAVEN SINGS

Little children come to me, its written in My word
That I will love and care for you no matter where you are
If I should need an angel or two or maybe three
I'll call you home to live with me, just a little bit early

I know some hearts will sadden and tears will flow like rain
Because the ones that love you, will feel the loss as pain
But in their hearts they know its best, and in time they will see
 That God knows best in all things, their pain He will relieve

Streets of gold will shine so bright and mansions you will see
The lion will lay down with the lamb and everyone will be free
Golden wings will be your gift with halo's made of gold
And God himself will welcome you into his glorious fold

Its hard to comprehend, being mortal as we are
That God may have a better plan and He knows best of all
He sends us gifts from heaven, cherubs without wings
And when He calls them home again, all of heaven sings

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