My Lord Keeps a Record
What a wonderful beautiful picture I have, Of a place without sorrow or fear.And I'm going to live in that city someday,For my days are all numbered down here.
My Lord (yes my Lord) keeps a record, (keeps a record)Of the moments I'm living down here. (living down here)He knows (yes He knows) all about me, (all about me)All my troubles, my sorrows, my fears. (all of my fears)
I'm living (yes I do) each moment, (every moment)Through the mercy of God's loving grace. (God's loving grace)Someday (yes someday) He will call me, (He will call me)To that wonderful beautiful marvelous place.
I want to be doing the will of my Lord,As I travel this wearisome land.So I'll not be ashamed of my record up there,When I stand at the Savior's right hand.
My Lord (yes my Lord) keeps a record, (keeps a record)Of the moments I'm living down here. (living down here)He knows (yes He knows) all about me, (all about me)All my troubles, my sorrows, my fears. (all of my fears)
I'm living (yes I do) each moment, (every moment)Through the mercy of God's loving grace. (God's loving grace)Someday (yes someday) He will call me, (He will call me)To that wonderful beautiful marvelous place...