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Heaven


I wanna go to heaven to be with my king

He blessed me before seven, to him I want to sing

Praising him every sunday, blessing his name

I'm going to see him someday, God is God still the same

He died for us, for giving us a blessing

Gotta do what we must, he taught us a lesson

God wants us to believe so we can be by his side

He believes we will achieve we wont have to hide 

But there's this guy who trys to take away our joy

He always tells a lie so he see's us as a toy

Satan leave us alone, Now we gotta tell him no

I scream in an angry tone, you think you're higher but your low

God is above you, you don't have to care

You could've been with him too, but you thought it was unfair

So you went to hell, that's not where we want to go

Down there is like a prison cell, that's not where we want to flow

When we're elected, we will be in God's field

Cause we're protected, all covered up in his shield.

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