I Bowed On My Knees and Cried Holy

<p>I dreamed of a city called Glory<br/>So bright and so fair<br/>When I entered that gate I cried holy;<br/>The angels all met me there:<br/>They carried me from mansion to mansion<br/>And oh what sites I saw<br/>But I said, &quot;I want to see Jesus<br/>He&#x27;s the One who died for all.&quot;<br/><br/>Then I bowed on my knees and cried<br/>&quot;Holy, (holy) holy, (holy) holy.&quot;<br/>Then I clapped my hands and sang, &quot;Glory<br/>Glory to the Son of God.&quot;<br/><br/>I thought as I entered that city<br/>My friends all knew me well<br/>They showed me the streets of heaven;<br/>Such scenes too numerous to tell;<br/>I saw Abraham, Isaac and Jacob<br/>Mark, Luke and Timothy<br/>But I said, &quot;I want to see Jesus<br/>He&#x27;s the One who died for me.&quot;<br/>Then I bowed on my knees and cried<br/>&quot;Holy, (holy) holy, (holy) holy.&quot;<br/>Then I clapped my hands and sang, &quot;Glory<br/>Glory to the Son of God.&quot;