I Don’t Want My Golden Slippers

I don't want my golden slippers when
I reach my heaven's home
I just want to see my Jesus
Sitting there upon his throne
I don't want no fancy mansions just
A place to rest my head
Where I rest in peace eternal when
I pay my earthly debt
I don't want my golden slippers
When I enter heaven's door
I'll be free to sing his praises
Where the sun shines evermore
Just a plain and simple cottage down
The street from Jesus' door
Where I'll visit with my loved ones
Who had journeyed on before
I don't want my golden slippers just
A plain and simply shoes
I don't want my golden pathways just
A country road or two
Love to see the devil tremble when
He sees me on my knees
I don't want my golden slippers
I'm just longing to be free