I know God has many mansions
I asked Jesus to save one for me
I don’t care if it’s a little shack
If it has a window from which I can see.
It could even be a tent
I really don’t care you see
As long as I see a reserved sign
Reserved just for me.
It doesn’t have to be fully furnished
Just a place to lay my head
Maybe a table where I can eat
And a blanket as a spread.
A place where I can meet with Jesus
And tell him about my love for him
How some things on earth don’t matter
But in my mansion I want to sing His hymns.
I look forward to the time
When I can see His beautiful face
How when I was here on earth
I could feel his wonderful grace.
If my time is short or long
I know my mansion waits for me
Because time will pass
And it will no longer be.
I hope my mansion has a door
Over which I can hang a sign
One that will be printed in bold letters
Jan has been mine a long time.
Job well done!