Whence Souls Depart

Whence souls depart, and rise above. What comes to pass, no push and shove. As air lifts up the rising dove. We get atonement for our love. Angels on high, greet us, up there. Their wings aloft, with their angel hair. The brightness of the place we rest. Bestowed on us, for doing our best. Then God steps in, and sees us there. And gives to us, our angel hair. Our wings are short, not yet to bear. We show our love, and then declare. God guides us though the clouds above. What comes to pass, no push and shove. As air lifts up the rising dove. We get atonement for our love.