Gloryland Hold On
This morning she turned 82
And death lingers near
In room 23 down the hall
It’s been her home for years
But death ain’t no big bridge to cross
Just the gateway to her home
With her final breath she whispers
Gloryland, hold on
Gloryland, Hold on
You’ve got a traveler coming home
I’ve waited for so long to be there
I’ll gladly lay this body down
For a mansion, robe, and crown
Cause there really is a home
Where old folks go
Walls are Jasper, and Streets are Gold
Love ones wait upon its shore
Gloryland, hold on a little more
Gloryland, hold on a little more
He’s rolled down that sidewalk
At least a thousand times
For thirty years in a wheelchair
He’s watched his world go by
But a brand new feeling surrounds him today
As he drifts off to sleep
When he wakes up the sidewalk will be gold
And he’ll be standing on new feet
Gloryland, Hold on
You’ve got a traveler coming home
I’ve waited for so long to be there
I’ll gladly lay this body down
For a mansion, robe, and crown
Cause there really is a home
Where old folks go
Walls are Jasper, and Streets are Gold
Love ones wait upon its shore
Gloryland, hold on a little more
Gloryland, hold on a little more
Cause there really is a home
Where old folks go