Waiting for My Call to Glory

My days on earth are numbered I can see the journey,s end

Gon-na ride that train to glory When it comes around the

bend

I,m leaving all my worries and for-get a-bout my cares

Gonna wear them golden slippers when i climb the golden

stairs

Wait-ing for my call to glo-ry

Where i,ll know the good and true

There i,ll learn my neigh-bor

Like he want-ed me to do

I,ve wandered ra-ther aim-less through the wil-der-ness

of time

But i see that glo-ry moun-tain that we mor-tals have to

climb

I,ll walk with Heav-en,s An-gels in a land that knows no

sin

When that glo-ry gateswings o-pen for his son to en-ter

in

I,ll find my joy and laugh-ter that the good-book say,s

i,ll find

When i reach the great here-af-ter on the road to peace

of mind

I,ll hear the harps a- play-ing for the An-gels in the

sky

And i,ll say hel-lo to Heav-en when I bid this wold good-

bye