While in the Middle-East, They fight for the holy land,
I look forward to Heaven and see it as rather grand,
knowing that someday I'll before The Creator stand,
gestured onward by his holy, almighty hand.

Someday I'll stand before the Pearly Gate,
having been correct and certain in my fate,
knowing that the happiness was worth the wait,
and knowing that my God is truly great

I'll walk down those streets of shimmering gold,
my life's servitude repaid seven-fold,
having done that which I was told,
and being not afraid to break the mold.

I'll see the Mansion of the Most High,
a flying, magnificent castle in the sky
One I couldn't enter no matter how I'd try,
If Jesus, for my sake, did not die.

I'll enter the room prepared for me,
where everything I need is free,
and where I can ultimately see,
that I am saved by God's decree.

I will live in one of the many rooms,
saved from my impending dooms,
which were written by Satan on Fate's Looms,
to take my soul to Lucifer's grooms.

It isn't by my action, that I'll walk there,
I'd surely burn in hell if all was fair,
but God saved me from that scare,
by paying the price of our own affair.

I'll walk inside the Holy White City,
God as Judge, The Spirit my Committee,
knowing that my fate wouldn't be pretty,
If not for Jesus' death providing serenity.

I am washed in the Holy, Crimson blood,
saved with fewer genes than a spud.
Grace which poured out in a flood,
so that seeds of love could begin to bud.

As I walk down that golden path,
saved by blood from Yahweh's wrath,
I will no longer be a sociopath,
who looks coldly on the aftermath

Instead, I will be filled with glee,
when my lord, Jesus walks with me,
who from my sins has made me free,
a loving act for all of man to see