It started with
pain in the Garden of Gethsemane
where He hung at Calvary
and there my Savior died for me

so I could end my journey
as His heir and I'd be there
with Him in His eternal home
I'll join the angel's throne
never again to be alone

and I'll walk the streets of gold
won't matter if I'm young or old
He'll bring us in from the cold
With open arms, He'll latch us to His fold
If we put all our faith and trust in Him.

Carol D. Meeks - 2002
carmks@excite.com