None of That Here

Had a dream a couple nights ago

Finally made it to my Heavenly home

As we all began to celebrate

We heard a racket just outside the gate

I saw a sight that took my breath away 

Trials followed me here to this place

All the troubles of so long ago

All the worries that once held my soul

Saint Peter heard the noise and took control

Stepped up to the gate and he said, “No!”

We’ll have none of that here

None of that here

No pain, no tears

We’ll have none of that here,

No guilt, no death, no shame, no fear

You had your time

Stay back, stand clear

‘Cause we’ll have none of that here

Hey there sickness, hey there grief,

Your time is up and you can’t touch me

Hey there sorrow, hey there sin

You can keep knocking

But you can’t come in