Heaven Must Wait

Theres a beautiful place, a city called glory,
Where loved ones are waiting, to welcome me home,
With heavenly thrills, and enchanting beauties,
With gates of pure pearl, and its dazzling stones.

Angels are watching, and the gates, they stand open,
The lights of that city, they beckon me on,
Those clear rippling streams, theres mountains of splendor,
His charming sweet voice wont let me go wrong.

Tell me, my friend, have you heard about Jesus,
That wonderful Savior, so rich and so rare?
Theres no one like Him, in earth or in heaven,
Nothing is found that to Him can compare.

Chorus: But heaven must wait, I want to see Jesus,
I long to behold Him upon His great throne,
The Spirit, it calls, for me Hes there waiting,
My heart, it is longing, it cannot be long.
