There's something bout the day I'm  gone,
   somewhere beyond the sky;
That glorious day I'm finally Home,
   to  spread my wings and fly!

I think about the life in Heavn'
   to feel no bit of pain;
To walk a street that's paved with gold,
   or ride a drop of rain!

To see a friend whose never walked,
   who've lived their life in chairs;
With tears of joy they thank My God,
   for legs that work up there!

To share the joy with all those one's,
   who've gone on just before;
To sit and chat for all of time,
   to walk on Heaven's shore!
  
To open massive set of gates,
   they say are made of pearl;
To live a life fit for a king,
   no longer this 'ole world!

To ask My Jesus face to face,
    "Just how'd you turn your cheek;
to take away our sin each day;
    to save lost soul's like me?"