When I meet my maker at the open golden gates
He’s gonna welcome me home, where eternity awaits
I’m gonna run into his arms, I’m gonna start into his eyes
The ones I’ve been seeking, the ones that never left my side
When I meet my maker we’ll walk on heaven’s boulevard
Up above the clouds, in between the stars
And I’ll ask Him all my questions, and he’ll answer with a smile
I’ll tell him how I love Him and I’ll thank Him for my life
Beloved, now are we children of God, and it is not yet made manifest what we shall be. We know that, if he shall be manifested, we shall be like him; for we shall see him even as he is.
And every one that hath this hope `set' on him purifieth himself, even as he is pure.