After the Judgment Day
“Were home” I can say
Home with streets of gold
Home of treasures foretold
This time we are nearing home
Over mountains, never will we roam
Singing songs of praise
Until we see Jesus face to face
Just over the mountains
Before the quiet plains
My brother, my sister
Let’s worship Him together
Thank You for saving me
So promise land I see
I’m home once more
Home sweet home forevermore
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