Streets of Gold

To walk on streets of gold,

Lit by the glory of God.

To walks the footsteps of the Lord,
Where angels also trod.

To feel the cool street,

Beneath my feet.

And with my robe, shining bright,

Standing before a throne of white.

I'll knee in haste,

Not a second to waste.

Blessing the King, a praise to sing........

O, taste and see He is good, and He would,

Do all these things for me.

Unworthy was I, but He chose to die.

Why? He loves me,

And wanted me to be free.

Walk with me Jesus,

Upon your golden street.

When I have walked so weary before you,

Now just let me rest at your feet.

Rebecca Jones