This world is full of violence
Hatred, murder, and crime
We keep our doors locked at night
Even in the bright daytime
We'll soon move to a city
No locks on any doors
There'll be no criminals to hurt us
Not even news of war
This world is full of violence
Hatred, murder, and crime
We keep our doors locked at night
Even in the bright daytime
We'll soon move to a city
No locks on any doors
There'll be no criminals to hurt us
Not even news of war
There'll be no hungry children
No homeless in the streets
How I love to think about
What Heaven means to me
It'll be so very special
Being with loved ones again
Throwing our arms around them
Never to lose them again
I see Heaven as a beautiful place
And the Bible does agree
It'll be much more than anything
Heaven means to me
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Reviewed by na na (Reader)
Reviewed on February 25, 2003
Kristi, well you can be sure ... it won't be of this world. Bill
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