My Child Is Coming Home
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Just an ordinary day in Heaven,
lookin’ down the Streets of
Gold. You can hear the strings
and the angel wings, see the
saints of Old. Then suddenly
God breaks a smile, and begins
His song, "Look my Son is
comin’ home!"
Open up the Pearly Gates of
Heaven. Build another mansion
next to mine. Everybody dance
and shout for joy around the
throne. Set another place at the
table. Sound the trumpet loud
and clear this time. Halleluiah, my
child is comin’ home.
Now they say the only time God
sings is when a lost soul believes.
And they say that there’s a cele-
bration there beside the Crystal
Sea. And God, Himself, directs
the choir and the welcome band.
And then He sings out once again.
Open up the Pearly Gates of
Heaven. Build another mansion
next to mine. Everybody dance
and shout for joy around the
throne. Set another place at the
table. Sound the trumpet loud
and clear this time. Halleluiah, my
child is comin’ home.
Come on, play the anthem
strong. Come on, join in, sing
along, sing it strong.
Open up the Pearly Gates of
Heaven. Build another mansion
next to mine. Everybody dance
and shout for joy around the
throne. Set another place at the
table. Sound the trumpet loud
and clear this time. Halleluiah, my
child is comin’ home.
Open up the Pearly Gates of
Heaven. Build another mansion
next to mine. Everybody dance
and shout for joy around the
throne. Set another place at the
table. Sound the trumpet loud
and clear this time. Halleluiah, my
child is comin’ home.
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