There is a place of beauty, a place of splendor;
Where streams flow and silken meadows glow,
Flowers dance as little treasures;
Excitement, of coming spring , undue measures.
In this place, everything so bright,
No darkness, nor night;
Tears will be like diamonds,
Memoirs from your past.
Mountains high, and valleys low
Will speak their words, held so long,
Birds, never lose their song;
They'll sing harps of gold,
Making soft melodies unfold.
Laughing, unrestrained, pure, and wholesome,
Like the cheer that crystal brooks hum,
While trickling over the silvery stones,
Resulting in a host of illustrious tones.
The winds, whisper soothingly through the willows,
As if reminiscing of good times they'd had;
While laying their heads softly down on their pillows,
Seeming to communicate how they are glad.
Life always fresh, reborn each day,
Special in every little way,
And shouts and joy in morning,
Leaping freedom as all dance adorning.
Death taken, shook up and thrown down
Death lost, it's been beaten to the ground,
Love true as the eastern sun's hue,
Sparkling and shining like snow in the night;
Love, the warmth of the day, proof we're new,
In hearts of every soul here burning bright.
Streets and walls will never see blood,
Never feel beatings from bombs or shells,
Or get coated in thick skinned mud;
No screaming pain or torment; none of those hells.
Just no limits, no bounds,
To peace, joy, gold and crowns,
Rewards and great prizes will be given
Because all has been forgiven!
One day dare to cross death waters,
One day dare to enter Celestial doors,
To be one of the Son's daughters
The thought takes wing and soars.