"Some simple tasks we do below
Will one day be no more,
For heaven won't require them
For what God has in store.
There'll be no need for scrubbing
There'll be no clothes to fold,
Cause we won't need a clothesline
As we walk the streets of gold.
Some days earth seems so tiresome
Our labors wear us down
But we won't take them with us-
We'll trade them for a crown.
One day we'll see our loved ones
We never more will roam
And won't our hearts be joyful
When the Savior takes us home."
by Sherry Minnix Hefner