Our souls long for this place in the sky,
Where we go when we die.
An unseen place, beyound the clouds,
Above the place where a lion prowls.
Where we are, before we begin,
And where we go, when we end.
Beauty beyondour imainations.
One of God's great creations.
Ready or not, young or old,
Murder, natural, poor or with gold.
Back to aur father, our home.
A beautiful place to roam.
Weather we are four, sixty, or eleven,
We are all welcomed into heaven.