His Paradise
I heard my mother speaking to
Me..
From the sky that heaven hidden
His paradise..
An angel was peeping from under
The cloud..
Holding a candle in her right hand
Singing to this child left in this world
Of so much sin..
Her voice sound much like my mother
Sweet and kind the angel spoken to me
Let these words penetrate your mind
Your heart your soul..
Live your life kind and true
Never stray from the true words
And I know you will be with me
In this paradise where you will
Have eternal life..
In the beautiful mystic paradise
That was made for his
Children..
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