When I come to heaven Lord, what shall I bring?
My golden necklace, and my diamond ring?
I have some great treasures of jade, ivory, and bone,
And aren’t we judged Lord, by what we own?
My important position I’ve climbed up so high,
There just isn’t anything my money won’t buy.
So tell me again Lord, just what are your needs?
I’ve helped you a lot, by doing good deeds.
You’ve got it all wrong, my child, my dear,
all that I’ve wanted is having you near.
While storing your treasures, there’s much you forgot.
My love and forgiveness can never be bought.
I offer it freely, just ask and receive.
But you never listened, you didn’t believe.
Your works and possessions are just filthy rags.
So if you’re coming to heaven, unpack your bags.
Just come as you are, it’s you that I love.
The price has been paid, by the one up above.