The entry gates are made of pearl,
The streets are paved with gold.
No more pain or sickness--
No more growing old.
There's bright light everywhere,
No more darkness to be found.
Angels chorus singing is
Heard all around.
Loved ones we've missed--
We'll see once again.
We won't still be related,
But the circle won't be broken.
And pets loved and lost,
Will be there--though
Some may disagree.
Cruelty no longer their foe.
God on His throne,
Jesus at His right hand--
That is why on the
Solid rock I stand.
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