I will not need shoes in heaven;
I’ll be strolling on paths of gold.
Forget about a walking stick
– in heaven I will never grow old!
I’ll not need a coat in heaven
because His love will wrap me warm.
I’ll bask in His glorious light
and relax on heaven’s green lawn.
When I pop out to see the King,
you know, for a cuppa and a chat.
I won’t ever need to worry
about the wind stealing my hat.
I won’t need to use a brolly;
in this place there will be no rain.
Heaven is everlasting laughter;
There will be no time for pain.
Don’t bother about your credit card
if you’re shopping at heaven’s mall!
because you’ll not need a penny,
when the angel’s trumpet call.
