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