If it's hot then give God the glory. If it's not then blame me.
5 days ago I went to visit a lady in the nursing home who was dying. She said "I'm sorry pastor I don't have a conventional belief in heaven" She thought I would be upset but I was touched by her heartfelt belief not in religion but a relationship with Jesus. I recorded this song and I'm praying that she is still alive so that I can play it for her.
Heaven
Like the song writers say, I’ll fly away.
Not to long from now
My Savior gonna call and then he’ll meet us all , way up in the clouds
On that great getting-up-morning -what a-day-of-rejoice ,
-it’s gonna be
But what if we arrive to a surprise
heavens different than we believed
What If the streets of gold have pot holes
And the pearyl gates are rust closed
And the mansion I’m to be living in
is nothing but a hole
What if heavens different than we believed
If there’s no jewels for my crown
And my white robe stained brown
And I have angel wings on
but they only let me down.
Is Heaven Still Heaven?
If it’s different than we believed
I’m not suggesting, that you start second guessing, everything you’ve been taught
I’m just merely hoping your not put all your trust in things that can be bought
Heavens not a collection of earthly possession,
we greedily receive
Heavens not about what’s up there. But about with whom we get to share eternity,
And that’s what counts for me
So If the streets of gold have pot holes
And the pearly gates are rust closed
And the mansion I’m to be living in
is nothing but a hole
What if heavens different than we believed
If there’s no jewels for my crown
And my white robe stained brown
And I have angel wings on but they only let me down.
Is Heaven Still Heaven?
If it’s different than we believed
You can keep your gold
And shiny white robe
In a thousand years or so
It’ll all seem so old
But what I’ll never tire of
Is worshipping at the feet of my king.
You can keep your gold
And shiny white robe
In a thousand years or so
It’ll all seem so old
But what I’ll never tire of
Is worshiping at the feet of My King. (
So If the streets of gold have pot holes
And the pearly gates are rust closed
And the mansion I’m to be living in
is nothing but a hole
What if heavens different than we believed
If there no jewels for my crown
And my white robe stained brown
And I have angel wings on
but they only let me down.
Then that’s alright with me,
heavens about my King
And that’s what I believe!
Written by Joseph Johnson
7-16-18
Sung by Mitch Lohman
Music by Mantra beats