SENDING UP TIMBERS
There's a dream that I dreamed
Of my heavenly home
And I know that I'm going there someday. Lord someday.
It may be morning, night or noon,
Lord I do not know just how soon.
That's why I'm sending up my timber everyday.
There a great consolation
For our heartache and pain.
If you just send up some timber
Everyday,
And the hope, that he has given
We know the word of God it is true
Pretty white mansion, gonna be waiting there waiting there for you
Oh yes I'm sending up my timber
Up to heaven, everyday
For there's a mansion
He is preparing there
Lord for me
I will join with all of my friends
Who have gone on to that land
That's why I'm sending up my timber everyday.
Jesus died, oh yes he suffered
For you, Lord and for me
So that my soul so unworthy
I May live,
To see that morning, night or noon,
Lord I do not know just how soon. That's why I'm sending up my timber every day.
Oh yes I'm sending up my timber
Up to heaven, everyday
For there's a mansion
He's preparing there
Lord for me
I will join with all of my friends
Who have gone on to that glory land
That's why I'm sending up my timber everyday.
That's why I'm sending up my timber every day.