In whispered words of aging time
The question asked of much sublime
“I have lived my life and rightly given
Where my

I have long dreamed of a stereotypical place

Laid upon the clouds with marvelous white gates

And I've been taught as a pupil

Dew drop sparkling diamond green grasses
hot pink blossoms, abundantly flowing sashes
Birds trumpeting, frogs croaking the

Dead Leaves.

The misty winds that blow the summer seeds that only fall once.
The slow moving shadows,
that fall from the highest

I've had a life for many years

With Jesus at my side

He's been with me through pain and tears

His love, deep and wide

Soon,