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Streets
of Gold
Want to be, need to be, gonna be there.
Want to be , need to be , gonna be there.
Severed cypress, cut to kill.
Not in stained glass, but on a hill.
Lord of thunder, Earth and mud.
Thursday garden held His blood.
My Lord Jesus, God on high.
Not in castles, but in you and I.
Chorus:
Wanna be there, Oh Jesus
Need to be there, Oh Lord
Gonna be there, where You are
Wanna be there, Oh Jesus
Need to be there, Oh Lord
Gonna be there, but it's hard to be there.
Born of David, a noble line.
A crown of thorns, poured the wine.
The mighty King will rule the land.
Not with a scepter, but nails in His hand
Did they see You outside the tomb?
Till You spoke, Mary, and Thomas felt Your wounds.
Where I must go now, you can't follow yet.
Your mansions are waiting, the table I'll set.
Want to be, need to be, gonna be there.
Want to be , need to be , gonna be
(Chorus)
Wanna be there, Oh Jesus
Need to be there, Oh Lord
Gonna be there, where You are
Wanna be there, Oh Jesus
Need to be there, Oh Lord
Gonna be there,
And its Streets of Gold on the horizon,
The gates of the great I Am.
God is dwelling with His people,
The Lion lays down with Lamb.
The Alpha and Omega
It is done
Oh Jesus
Need to be there, Oh Lord
Gonna be there, where You are
Wanna be there, Oh Jesus
Need to be there, Oh Lord
Gonna be there, but it's hard to be there.
Wanna be there, Oh Jesus
Need to be there, Oh Lord
Gonna be there, where You are
Wanna be there, Oh Jesus
Need to be there, Oh Lord
Gonna be there,
And its Streets of Gold on the horizon,
The gates of the great I Am.
God is dwelling with His people,
The Lion lays down with Lamb.
The Alpha and Omega
It is done
Oh Jesus
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