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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