When I see JESUS, it won't matter
How many tears I have had to cry
Because HE promised to wipe
Every tear from my eye.
The skipping joy and pollyannaish joy
That, down here, I displayed
Will be exhibited as I walk on streets
That are, with gold, laid.
And when, with a tremulous grin,
I see JESUS, I'll say, "I finished the work
That YOU gave me to do
Though the world made me cry
And made it hard to be true to YOU
So, Thank YOU for helping me make it through."©
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