The Wicked Shall Cease Their Troubling

I'm going where the wicked shall cease their troubling
And the weary shall be at rest
And all the Saints of the ages
We gonna sit at His feet and be blessed

I, I am just a stranger down here
This whole world is not my home
You gonna gate up looking for Jessy one morning
But, thank God I'll be gone on home

Going where the wicked shall cease their troubling
I'm going where the weary shall be at rest
I'm going where all the Saint of the ages
We gonna sit at His feet and be blessed oh

If you shall never come to my home
And when you got there, they told you Jessy has gone
Come on over, come on over the river
You will find me somewhere along the throne

Where the wicked shall cease their troubling
How many know there is a place for the weary? The weary shall be at rest
And all the Saints, all the Saints, all the Saints of the ages
When we get to heaven, we gonna sit at His feet and be blessed

When I get to heaven, I'm gonna sit at His feet and be blessed
And I'm gonna be blessed
Say mother, my father, and my brother and my sister (I'm gonna sit at His feet and be blessed)
I say my nephew you can join (I'm gonna sit at His feet and be blessed)
I will trail right over (I'm gonna sit at His feet and be blessed)



Credits
Writer(s): Jessy Dixon
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