| I am a pilgrim, passing thru
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| And I’ve wandered thru the world and all it’s beauty
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| I don’t know, what I’ll find
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| When I cross that river to the other side
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| But the Good Book said believer when you get there
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| In Heavens light old memories will fade
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| And I will see, by His grace
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| In The Last Best Place
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| It won’t be easy, to say goodbye
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| To everyone I’ve loved here in this life
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| But when He calls me, I will go
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| And leave my brothers and dear sisters here below
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| All at once I’ll be rejoicing with the angels
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| Resting in the promise that someday
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| We’ll meet again face to face
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| In the Last Best Place
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| Some folks dream, of growing old
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| Contented with their treasures in some mansion
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| There are those, weary souls
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| Who search in vain to satisfy their passion
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| Some can’t wait to ride that train to glory
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| And see St. Peter at the pearly gates
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| But for me, God’s embrace
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| Is the Last Best Place
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| I will sing by His grace
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| In the Last Best Place. |