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Verse 1
One of these old mornings
And it won’t be long
You’re gonna look for me
And i’ll be gone on home
Never been to heaven
But i ‘ve been told
The walls are jasper
Streets are paved with gold
Chorus
No more crying, will there be
Whom the son set free, is free indeed
My hand got stuck, to the gospel plow
I wouldn’t take nothing, from my journey right now
I’m waiting on jesus (jesus)