I'm getting ready to go,
I'm bound for another shore;
I'm going to a place called Glory Land
Where I've never been before.
I'll leave my possessions behind
Because I won't need them there;
All my hopes will be fulfilled
In that city in the air.
My Father will come to meet me
As I step out on the shore;
I'll be singing Hallelujah!
When I finally meet my Lord.
He'll show me to a mansion
That He prepared for me;
On a street that's paved with gold,
Beside a crystal sea.
And I will spend my days
From then and evermore
Singing "Worthy is the Lamb!"
And "Holy is the Lord!"
Yes, I'm getting ready to go,
On that day my Father plans;
And when I leave this world
I'm headed for Glory Land!
©1997 J M McIntosh
Leave your country and your people,
God said, and go to the land I will
show you. (Acts 7:3)
