From: Cathie Weaver "Snoopyvstigger@aol.com"


My Lord Keeps A Record 



What a wonderful beautiful picture I have 
Of a place with out sorrow or fear 
And I'm going to live in that city someday 
For my days are all numbered down here 

CHORUS 
My Lord keeps a record 
Of the moments I'm living down here 
He knows all about me 
all my troubles, my sorrows, my fears 
I'm living each moment 
through the mercies of God's loving grace 
And some day he will call me 
To that wonderful beautiful place 

I will walk on the streets of that city of gold 
I will bask in that heavenly light 
And I'll look on the face of my Savior so dear 
In that city that cometh no night 

CHORUS 

Now I want to be doing the will of my Lord 
As I travel this weary some land 
So I'll not be ashamed of my record up there 
When I stand at the Saviors right hand 

CHORUS