From: Cathie Weaver "Snoopyvstigger@aol.com" My Lord Keeps A Record What a wonderful beautiful picture I have Of a place with out sorrow or fear And I'm going to live in that city someday For my days are all numbered down here CHORUS My Lord keeps a record Of the moments I'm living down here He knows all about me all my troubles, my sorrows, my fears I'm living each moment through the mercies of God's loving grace And some day he will call me To that wonderful beautiful place I will walk on the streets of that city of gold I will bask in that heavenly light And I'll look on the face of my Savior so dear In that city that cometh no night CHORUS Now I want to be doing the will of my Lord As I travel this weary some land So I'll not be ashamed of my record up there When I stand at the Saviors right hand CHORUS