Gloryland you wait for me,
precious gift of eternity.
Silver and gold, I need none.
I am going to meet the Son.
I’m as ready as ready can be.
I’ve prayed without ceasing since I was thirteen.
I’ve stood on the Bible God’s Holy word.
It’s written in my heart.
God’s molded and purified it as pure gold.
The Lord is waiting no time to waste.
I’ll be leaving you all for this heavenly place.
Please don’t stand around and weep for me.
The Lord of Lords has set me free.
Gloryland you’re mine tonight.
I see you now and you are so bright.
A city meant as a gift from God.
Down it’s streets I finally trod,
to be with my faithful God.
This poem was written/submitted by Jason Kirk Bartley.