When I Get Home

When God says it is time, He shall beckon me home.
Then with my family and friends, the golden streets we will roam.
We've all tried to picture, what heaven looks like.
We know that in heaven, it will always be sunny and bright.



We dream about heaven, and it's streets pure as gold.
We know there will be angels both young and old.
Oh the laughter from the children, as they play.
It's so peaceful to just think, how heaven shall look that day.



We know not the time, or when that day shall be.
I know when I am called, my Jesus I shall see.
Oh to just set beside my God, around His great throne.
There's so much to think on, what a day that will be, when I go home.