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My wondering eyes will open wide,
To find Iím evermore alive,
And thereís a golden path stretching out before me.
Pearly gates I see, that swing wide open.
Then, my heart leaps. Words are unspoken,
"Welcome to the Golden Streets of Home!"

My dearest hope of life is true!
My cherished dream is now in view!
I wonder, what is waiting just inside in Glory?
Tears of Love oíer flow in joy unbroken,
As I remember words just spoken,
"Welcome to the Golden Streets of Home!"

Then, theyíll all come to greet me,
Arms outstretched and smiling sweetly.
Itís good to see the Golden Streets of Home!

The mother that I loved so well,
More lovely now than words can tell,
And cherished friends and neighbors that have
gone before me,
And, then, Jesus, full of Heavenís Glory,
Takes my hand and hears my story;
"Welcome to the Golden Streets of Home!"

Yes, theyíll all come to greet me,
Arms outstretched and smiling sweetly.
Itís good to see the Golden Streets of Home!
Oh, itís so good to touch the Golden Streets of Home!


Joan Clifton Costner
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