I wonder what I’ll remember of now

When I walk on the streets of gold.

I wonder whether the thoughts of today

Will seem like a dream of old.

The things that loom so large around me now,

What of them then?

Will I look back?

Will I remember the way my life was when?

Will I remember learning to love You

The way I remember my youth?

Dim recollections of seeking Your face

While I’m gazing at You up close?

Come close to me, Jesus, my heaven on earth,

Come close to me, for I can’t wait;

I long for Your breath to brush ‘cross my face

As it will when I enter Your gates.