Heaven in its Purest Form
Words can't describe
The way I feel about my Lord
The sweetest name I know
So eager to love me
So quick to behold
White and pure as love
Can only describe above
Home to the chosen
The ones who chose not to sin
Floods of colors,
Praise as soft as murmurs
Loud as my heart
That beats so hard
Bronze, silver and gold
Thos are the color He wants me to know
Reflects the feelings
That I’m dying to show
Flowers pure as light
Small yet great in height
The smell of innocence
Coats everything, buried deep in the soul
Take me in, my lovely spirit
I'm so scared that I'll miss
The warmth that He gives off
The animals gently play with children
Anger erased, death slipped away
Houses--mansions-- huge from good deeds
A crown placed on heads on the ones deserving
Angels big and small
Knew of this heaven all along
Wings that flies around
A voice so sweet, so sound
Can heal a strong storm
The Lord sits on the throne
happy, loving all
Prepared us the paradise of life
In his giant heart, knowing heaven and Him is right
Words can't describe
The way I feel about my Lord
The sweetest name I know
So eager to love me
So quick to behold
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