The twelve gates were twelve pearls, each gate made of a single pearl. The great street of the city was of pure gold, like transparent glass. Click on photo for website. (CLICK ON TITLE TO HEAR SONG) WHEN MY FEET TOUCH THE STREETS OF GOLD by Higher Ground Trio I am looking for the day when I'll see Jesus, And his blessed face I shall behold; With the saints of old, the half will then be told, When my feet touch the streets of gold. Well, when my feet touch the streets of glory, When I've travelled my last weary mile; Will he hold my trembling hand, When before the bar I stand; Will he say, "My child well done, A crown of life you now have won." When my feet touch the streets of gold? If by chance some happy morning you should miss me, Don't you weep for me because I'm gone; I'll be at the feet of the one who died for me, When my feet touch the streets of gold. Well, when my feet touch the streets of glory, When I've travelled my last weary mile; Will he hold my trembling hand, When before the bar I stand; Will he say, "My child well done, A crown of life you now have won." When my feet touch the streets of gold? Well, I am looking for the day when I'll see Jesus, And his blessed face I shall behold; With the saints of old the half will then be told, When my feet touch the streets of gold. Well, when my feet touch the streets of glory, When I've travelled my last weary mile; Will he hold my trembling hand, When before the bar I stand; Will he say, "My child well done, A crown of life you now have won." When my feet touch the streets of gold? |