When I Get To Heaven
Oh! how I wish I had wings like a dove;
That I could fly,
Spread my wings, fly light,
Way up high and be at rest.
I think I cannot stay any longer here
Because this world is not my home.
I am bound beyond the blue
Up above the heavens.
When I get to heaven I would talk with Jesus
I would touch His nail-pierced hands
I would hug Him so tight
And thank Him for He has saved me!
When I get to heaven I would sit beside Him
I would sing praises for Him
Together with loved ones
Oh! What a Joy! we would live with Him eternally.
