Heaven of God

We raise up hands and call upon the one that covers our sins the most, as we fall down and pray. The lost garden of Eden still remains undiscovered till this day we now speak. The source that we once called harbour no longer seems to drift upon a floating river. Footsteps of one man carrying a loss lonely sin differs to see himself any different then the man he once was. crawling souls begging for forgiveness, but we once as a sinner heal hearts of broken tears. Any day of light seen by us we run to catch the shadow that we no longer call the heaven of god.