City called Heaven

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I am a poor pilgrim of sorrow
I’m tossed in this wide world alone
No hope I have for to morrow
I’ve started to heav’n my home

Sometimes I am tossed and driven, Lord,
Sometimes I don’t know where to roam
I’ve heard of a city called heaven
I’ve started to make it my home

My mother reached that pure glory
My father’s still walkin’ in sin
My brothers and sisters won’t own me
Because I am tryin’ to get in