You can receive,
If you would,
Only believe.

God is like electricity.
I am grounded,
So he speaks to me.

He tells me what awaits me in heaven.
Owe what joy there will be,
I have heard since I was seven.

Oh what joy I will see,
When that glory,
Comes to me.

I will walk down the streets of gold,
I believe it,
That’s what,
I’ve been told.
I will escape Satans wrath,

I will never be,
In his path.
To my God I will be true,

This promise,
I will,
Make to you.

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