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



Credits
Writer(s): Beverly Chitwood, Paul Chitwood
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