They must be singing, songs of glory 
their sister has come home, 
I am assured the angels welcomed you home 

Streets of gold, beneath your once weary feet 
voice raised in infinite songs of praise 
I have no doubt; you are dancing 

Your sweet smiling face,
looking down on us 
those left behind to accept the loss 

Tears of joy, of sadness 
will certainly fall 
gracing the cheeks of those that love you 

Hands will raise, voices will lift 
as they sing songs of praise 
knowing you are with the King.  

They will not doubt
your final resting place
on streets made of gold. 

So kind and sweet, 
the memory of you makes me smile 
even as tears begin to fall 

It has been years, 
still, I know, 
You must have made it. 

That place everyone seeks, 
maybe someday we all shall see 
when you meet us there, 

At those pearly gates. 

We all shall sing, lifting voices 
to the one true king 
might we dance together 

Lift our hands in praise 
knowing each day without you 
was worth each heartache 
that we faced. 

As we live out eternity 
on streets of gold 
arm in arm with those we've lost 

As tears fill our eyes 
remember this please, 
time is fleeting and soon 

Together we shall be.