I lost my friend yesterday
Words can not express how I feel today
Suddenly gone I am still in disbelief
My heart is stricken with pain and grief
My fountain of hope comes from what I believe
That the savior Jesus he did receive
In the bosom of Abraham is where he will be
In the Garden of Eden where there are fragrant trees
A crystal clear river issues from the throne
Where a meeting is being held between him and God alone
Well done thou good and faithful servant as he is handed a stone
A name is written on it that no one else has known
He is ushered off to his new and beautiful home
A city with twelve gates and every precious stone
I guess I haven’t lost him after all because I know the address of his home
I am going to visit him one day but the date is now not known
When I will see the saviors face and stand before the throne
I hope to receive what my friend did a precious name written on a stone
Ill move in down the street from him in a mansion I’ll call home
We will have quite a reunion as we walk on a street paved with gold
We will laugh and dance and dine because of the greatest story ever told
The story of Jesus Christ who gave us a city of Gold
By Pastor Jacob F. Chambliss
Dedicated to Deacon Tilford Patterson
Psalms 45:1 My heart overflows with a good theme; I address my verses to the King; My tongue is the pen of a ready writer. 
