Heaven
Heaven the abode of the saint for you I crave.
The beautiful and holy throne of most high,
Send your angels to raise me up from the grave
And receive me when to you I come when I die,
Make me part of your home where angels fly.
How beautiful is your glory like morning sun!
Where no night or death but life is forever on.
Please make me wothy of your living grace,
Forgive me all the worldly sins I think are fun
And direct my steps to you at the end of my race.
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