When I walk through those doors

Somewhere between seasons--sometimes I laugh, or weep--
Like early in the morning--not quite awake, yet not quite asleep--
I'm caught up in the transition between two worlds
Thinking about all the things I need to do--
When I through those doors

When I walk through those doors I need to stop and pray
When I walk through those doors I need to give God the praise
When I walk through those doors I just need to give Him thanks
When I walk through those doors,
When I walk through those doors
I'm gonna give Him my day

Somewhere between places, sometimes I worry, sometimes I'm at peace--
Like early in the morning--not quite awake, yet not quite asleep--
I have to remember I'm on my way to a different world
'Cause this world is not my home--
When I through those doors

When I walk through those doors I need to stop and pray
When I walk through those doors I need to give God the praise
When I walk through those doors I just need to give Him thanks
When I walk through those doors,
When I walk through those doors
I'm gonna give Him my day

Then one day I will stand in that shining city the New Jerusalem
And forever I will love and adore and cherish and be with Him, my Jesus

When I walk through THOSE doors, I'll just want to dance!
When I walk through THOSE doors, I'll just want to jump!
When I walk through THOSE doors, I'll just want to dance!
When I walk through THOSE doors, I'll just want to jump!

When I walk through those doors,
When I walk through those doors,
New Jerusalem...
New Jerusalem...

Thank You Jesus.

--bro. tim pickl
Saturday November 3, 2007 A.D.

reference:  Revelation 21

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