In my idea of heaven
there would be rolling open plain;
with rich luxurious grasses
kissed by a gentle rain.
The perfect campsite every evening
with water cool and sweet
and a nice soft pair of moccasins
to soothe my tired old feet.
And sunrise every morning
would be so bright and fair;
I'd linger over morning coffee
just breathing in the air.
I'd saddle up my faithful horse
and he'd be eager to go.
Why, I wouldn't need to reign him
'cause he'd already know.
The trail would be familiar
for I'd ridden it many times
while reading in the Good Book
laid out plainly on each line.
For once I crossed those far blue mountains
I'd finally be coming home;
where my Savior waits to greet me
beneath God's Great White Throne.