Everyday we have our struggles,
Down here on Earth below,
There are so many heartaches now,
It's everywhere you go.

The laughter seems to be all gone,
And has been replaced by fear,
And everywhere you look around,
You see nothing but despair.

I want to go to heaven where,
No tears will dim the eyes,
I want to go to heaven with my,
Jesus when I die.

Up there you’ll see no heartaches,
No strife and no more pain.
Up there you’ll have a mansion,
And a crown of gold to gain.

We will sing with all God’s angels,
Around God’s heavenly throne,
As we look around for loved ones,
That have already gone home.

Yes I want to go to heaven,
Where no tears will dim the eye,
I want to go to heaven,
With my Jesus when I die.

Yes I want to go to heaven
With my Jesus when I die.

© Ann Hart
September 01, 2007
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