Another Dreary Morning In Heaven

Another dreary morning in heaven all for us We stop dancing, listen to the angel's chorus We have heard it a million or so times in pain Attendance required for all who've yet to gain An exalted place before the golden celestial throne Everyone except for James and John, they're done. Perhaps, I shall stroll down to heaven's gates Peek through the bars and see who there awaits Thousands and thousands are in the multitude Seeking next day entry, a thousand years or two Deathly sick, the suffering, the accident-prone Every nationality, religious persuasion, and skin tone Soon, that is a hundred million years or more sharp, We sing Amazing Grace, while David plays the harp In the tedious afternoon, we file a trillion prayers Sent up by the faithful listing all their cares Yesterday and tomorrow never seem to come about I must return this diadem, I think I hear a shout.