Look What I'm Trading for a Mansion

Well I once heard a story Of a sainted old mother Who had lived out her life Here on earth As she lay on her deathbed With her family all around These were the last words she said Oh, look what I'm trading for a mansion Oh, look what I'm leaving behind Oh, look who will be there to greet me When I step in God's sweet paradise I'm leaving behind all my sorrows I'm leaving behind all my cares Yes I'm trading it all for that mansion That Jesus is going to prepare Her hands were so feeble And her voice so low She still had a smile on her face She said, "Listen, I hear singing, Just waiting for me" And these were the last words she said Oh, look what I'm trading for a mansion Oh, look what I'm leaving behind Oh, look who will be there to greet me When I step in God's sweet paradise I'm leaving behind all my troubles I'm leaving behind all my cares Yes I'm trading it all for that mansion That Jesus has gone to prepare Yes I'm trading it all for that mansion That my Jesus has gone to prepare