I don’t want to go to Heaven Lord,
If it’s the way you say it is;
With them streets all paved with gold,
And all the jewels and amethysts.
Lord I ain’t never owned no gold,
And I ain’t ever wanted to.
Why would I want to go to Heaven,
When I’m already here with you?
And when it comes to angels Lord,
I’ve done got all I need;
You know I see them every day,
In the faces of my family.
And as for those cloudless days,
God I don’t believe that I could stand;
A sky without those fluffy whites,
Casting shadows on the land.
I love my old dusty roads,
Lord, they’re just fine with me;
I’d rather live right here on earth,
With all the flowers and the trees.
It might not be in your master plan,
But this is where I want to stay;
Right here in your garden lord,
After judgment day.
Some can’t wait to get to Heaven Lord,
And that’s alright with me.
They can have the silver and the gold,
And the jewels and crystal seas.
I hope they find their Heaven, Lord,
With all the diamonds and the gold;
But when they see they can’t spend it,
Would they want my dusty roads?
©10/10/2006 Teri
2006-11-11
07:59:18
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