Streets Of Gold - Poem by Randy Johnson
Heaven is the greatest reward that people can achieve.
We can all go there when our time is up and we have to leave.
When we go to heaven, happiness will never cease.
We'll love each other and we'll have eternal peace.
The streets will be made of gold and nobody will ever become depressed.
Worshipping God is what's needed to go to Heaven because he's the best.
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