Moving to Heaven

When death comes, God will move me to a home in heaven, a home that's being prepared for me.
Jesus is building this home for me, and I will soon see this home, a home that's free!

I will take nothing with me, as the death angel and I leave this old world behind.
For I will have everything that I need in heaven, things, that I would have never had on my mind.

I'll never have to worry about bills, sickness, pains, or any kind of despair.
Jesus has furnished all of heaven, so there shall never be a problem there.

I'll never need a car which often has the need to be repaired,
With God's power, I think of where I want to be in heaven, I'm there!

In heaven,I will never have to buy clothes, shoes, or anything else to wear,
For I will be robed in God's righteousness and clothed in His care.

I will never have to worry about losing anyone that becomes my friend,
For everyone in heaven will be family, so friendships will never end.

A broken heart and sadness will be something that I will never have to experience again,
For there will be no broken hearts or sadness in heaven and heaven will never have an end.

You Before Me

The love song of the Savior is "you before me"
To the extent of His choice to die on a tree
For the sins of all people, oh how can this be
A love that's so sweet, exceeding eternity.

What love is displayed as earth clutches His knees
Bowed down in the garden, to the Father He pleads
A way out if desired, all angels would lead
But Christ weeps at a heaven without you and me.

Eternity past witnessed complete harmony
Only now to be broken in Gethsemane
Oh why, Son of David, for this ungrateful breed
Would you bear guilt, so heavy, to set captives free?

If only a fraction of the cost we could see
Sin crushing the life of our Omnipotent King
Even greater the fact that He bled willingly
Might then sin be vile to God's worst enemies?

But this is the love that exceeds eternity
When Christ laid down His life singing "you before me"
Oh God You are forever exalted as He
Who prized us more than His own life, let us sing!

Made Precious Silver

Give so it may be given unto you,
The measure that you give is what you’ll get.
Tamped down and pressed together it is true,
With favor, a just weight you won’t regret.
Approaching God, I’ve nothing of my own
Except a will that’s free to accept Him.
My Savior’s gifts are not to me a loan,
They are much more than baubles with their trim.
Aside the Son of Man His glory laid,
According to His riches my soul lives.
By God’s own Son is intercession made
For me to God the Father who forgives.
Jesus paid for my sins fully on the cross,
I’m made precious silver, purified from dross.

Glory Awaits Us

The trials are many, and enemies are great,
But glory awaits us, just beyond the gate.
Eternal life, its free and can’t be earned,
But other things to work for are discerned.

The scripture speaks, and saints have often heard,
Of those who honor God in deed and word,
Commended greatly for the race they’ve run,
Crowned at last and blessed with a “well done.”

Those who are saved but selfish, shall survive,
To heavens joys, by grace they shall arrive,
But their life on earth, it’s deemed a waste,
The things they loved and lived for are erased.

If in our generation we are wise,
To faithfulness and fruit, we shall arise,
All our time and talent to invest,
That our life and work may pass the test.

A chance to serve this earthly life affords,
A faithful life our gracious God rewards.
To serve him and walk faithfully each day,
Leads to blessedness along the way.