by Randy Simpson
When the gates of my faith are far behind,
And the land of my dreams shall be mine;
With the world below then I'll know,
All the beauty this world has never known.
Heaven will be waiting for me,
After I see His Majesty.
I will walk the streets of gold,
I will talk with saints of old;
I will rise with the angels to sing,
After I bow to my King.
Making my way to His throne,
And there I'll stand in the presence of God alone;
There will be splendor and royalty.
Surrounding His Majesty.
"Worthy"! I'll sing.
O bending my knees,
I'll bow to the King of kings.
I will walk the streets of gold,
I will talk with saints of old;
I will rise with the angels to sing,
After I bow to my King.
Yes, I will rise with the angels to sing,
After I bow to my King.
After I bow to my King.
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