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.
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