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In Remembrance of Amanda B.

Anonymous

As my soul has left its body,

which was made of earth and clay,

An angel of the Lord carried me through the Eastern Gates.

As His nail scarred hands caressed my soul

H gave me a clean white robe.

And I cried, "I've made it, thank God, I've made it!

My feet have touched the streets of gold!

Streets of gold, right now I'm walking

Just past the Tree of Life.

Took a drink of living water,

Flowing down from God on high!

I now see Hallelujah Square

And a mansion that won't grow old!"

And I cried, "I made it, thank God I've made it!

My feet have touched the streets of gold!"