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![]() ![]() Mansions
![]() There's a mansion up in heaven
On a street that's paved with gold
Jesus built it just for me
Back in the days of old
![]() And when I get to heaven
I'll be living there
Life will be so peaceful
I'll not have a care
![]() So if you get to heaven
Come and visit me
We shall take a walk around
And here's what we may see
![]() Maybe we'll see Moses
Sitting 'neath a tree
Telling everybody
How to part the sea
![]() Then we might see Aaron
Talking 'bout that rod
And how one night it budded
When he gave it up to God
![]() I know that we'll see Joshua
Enjoying his reward
There's a sign on his front door
"I shall serve the Lord"
![]() What about old Abraham
The father of us all
We'll likely see him there
I know he got the call
![]() I know that we'll see Gideon
He'd do it all again
If he got the word from God
And just three hundred men
![]() I want to see old Sampson
He'll probably be there
But will he be bald headed
Or will he have his hair
![]() We might just see Naomi
And Deborah and Ruth
There's lots of girls in heaven
Because they served the truth
![]() I know that we'll see Hannah
Enjoying her reward
She's the gal who had a child
And gave him to the Lord
![]() Her baby's name was Samuel
He grew up for the Lord
There are 2 books that bear his name
He got his just reward
![]() Maybe we'll see Jonah
Now, he's got quite tale
'Bout how he ran away one time
And wound up in a whale
![]() I'd like to see king David
His heart was with the Lord
You know he killed Goliath
He went to his reward
![]() We'd have to visit Daniel
Who was thrown into the den
But the lions never touched him
His faith won out again
![]() And then there's Paul and Silas
And Peter's up there too
And all of those disciples
Who brought God's word to you
![]() These are not just fairy tales
These stories are all true
It was God who made them happen
To reveal himself to you
![]() I am really not so sure
That you can understand
Unless, of course, you know my King
And what he's done for man
![]() Let me tell you of my King
The King who died for me
The King who came back from the grave
The King who set me free
![]() First of all He was virgin born
Lived blameless 'til he died
And though he never once had sinned
They all said he lied
![]() So they nailed Him to a cross
For everyone to see
My King knew that He must die
So he could set me free
![]() But death was not His master
Could not hold Him in a grave
For Jesus Christ is Lord of all
To death He is no slave
![]() He's no longer on that cross
He sits upon His throne
Telling God the Father
He counts me with His own
![]() But if you do not know Him
He's still upon that cross
Waiting there to wash you clean
Not count you with the lost
![]() If you do not know Him
And know not how He died
You don't know how He suffered
For he was crucified
![]() A crown of thorns upon His head
A spear wound in His side
His hands and feet nailed to that cross
That is how He died
![]() They placed a sign above His head
Sarcasm brought the news
It was a sign that simply said
He was the King of Jews
![]() Oh, He suffered through the shame
And all that misery
Why would he take on such a task
He took it on for me
![]() They placed His body in a tomb
It's over now, they said
But halleleujah they were wrong
He's risen from the dead
![]() Now there's an old time story
It's one we know quite well
Bout how the Lord descended
And stole the keys to hell
![]() My friends I have to tell you
That story is a lie
I say He didn't steal that key
And here's my reason why
![]() There is not one scripture
That says He stole that key
For if the Lord had stolen it
He could not set us free
![]() As just as sure as Noah
Survived that mighty flood
Jesus didn't steal that key
HE BOUGHT IT WITH HIS BLOOD
![]() Then he built my mansion
In fact, He's built a few
Mine's right beside another one
The one He built for you
![]() Thank You Lord
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