My Father In Heaven

As I set on the porch Looking at the clear blue sky With the clouds rolling in I can see you on one of those clouds With a harp in your hands Playing soft beautiful music That's only played in Heaven. I can imagine the beautiful smile on your face Looking down on me Letting me know that you are free Like a flying white dove I can picture you standing at the pearly gates And walking the streets of Gold With your beautiful wings You will never carry a heavy load For, you are free as a bird.