As sun fades on horizons’ west
I ponder how the day’s progressed
And wonder what tomorrow has in store
In many ways I find I’m blessed
In others find I’ve flunked the test
But always find I yearn for something more
I think of all our world can bring
New house, new car, new fancy thing
These things might satisfy me for a while
Then I look beyond this place
Unto that realm where pain’s erased
Unchaining my involuntary smile
What wonders loom at Heavens’ Gate?
I’d set off now, but have to wait
And do the tasks to which I’ve been assigned
But Father, could you fast-track me
’Cos Lord I really want to see
The awesomeness that’s sure to blow my mind?
What will I do when I get there?
Sit upon a golden chair
Or will I be too stunned and overwhelmed?
Will I ride about on horses back
Or take off from a gold tarmac
And soar with angels wings throughout the realm?
Will I have a brand new name
And Lord, will I still look the same?
I know my aches and niggles will be gone
As angels sing and trumpets blow
I know I’ll have a brand new glow
Reflections of your glory looked upon
When I join the heavenly host
Will I be sent to some outpost?
Could I hang around the throne room for a time
To gaze upon your awesome face
And sing about your awesome grace
That brought me here despite my earthly grime?
Will I be a messenger
A fast angelic courier
Surfing through the stars at speeds untold?
Or will the notes I play expand
In a long haired angels rockin’ band
Bringing vital sound to streets of gold?
Can we run around and kick a ball?
Do you have a sport and what’s it called?
I bet there’s no shame being on the losing team
Do runners up get a trophy too?
Do angels roar when goals go through?
Can you lose your voice in heaven when you scream?
If I’m there before that final day
When all our tears are washed away
And Jesus comes to end all misery
Will I join your army Lord
To smash the devil and his hordes
And bring about your finest victory?
For now, I’ll try not to complain
I’ll live my life where you still reign
And admit I have no clue without a fuss
For no ear has heard, nor eye perceived
Our earthly minds just can’t conceive
The wonders that you have in store for us
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