Sweeping Streets In Heaven

 

When I walk in through heaven’s gate
I’ll do so wrapped in sin.
Yet, when my savior calls my name
I’ll be washed clean again.
 
I haven’t done one thing in life
To earn that cleansing grace,
But because I know He is Lord,
He’s made for me, a place.
 
I don’t care if it’s sweeping streets,
As long as they are His.
It’s not the work, it’s who it’s for,
And that’s just how it is.
 
Please, hear me when I tell you, friend,
Reach out to Him today,
So that, when you reach heaven’s gate,
They don’t turn you away.
 
For there is no place that compares
To living in His Light,
And He’s the only path that leads
You to that holy site.
 
I can’t say how grateful I am
That He’s saved me a room,
But I can tell you I will dance
When He hands me that broom!
 
1 John 4:18
There is no fear in love, but perfect love casts out fear. For fear has to do with punishment, and whoever fears has not been perfected in love.
 
Psalm 145:20
The Lord preserves all who love him, but all the wicked he will destroy.