Streets of Gold

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I know a place where pain doesn't exist

Where goodness and grace is amongst our midst

A place where depression goes to die

Anxiety and anger run away from it and hide

It's a place we all want to call home

The houses are made of platinum and the streets are paved in gold


Happiness is the order of the day

Our mouths will be filled with praise

We no longer have to speak words of negativity

God will fill our hearts with positivity

We'll forget all our worldly pain

And all we'll do is worship God's name

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