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If You Approach Heaven First

If you approach heaven first, ever so hesitantly
                angels will give you a lift up,
            no rains will soak the soul left up high
                 that we dare fathom where they are up-
            to the point where God touches everything
            in every living thing His spirit forever sings.

            I know you are already there
                 your spirit still exploring and learning,
            being safe in Jesus’s arms (hurting no more)
                 saints kneel down in robes around Him
            cleansed from the eternal spring that healed You
                 paradise there is ready to burst,
            and take all of us with it when we’re ready.

            I know now you are better in heaven
                  by approaching heaven first you’ll let-
            it be possible for souls like mine to climb
                  the stairs of salvation.
            the fruits of your deeds are what remains
            sparing the lives that might have fallen out,
            inspiring me to follow in your prophetic footsteps.

            We are relections in time
                  nothing seems to be real unless,
            I cover my heart with your pain
                  of a thousand crying souls,
            I have met my death before
                  when I saw you fall into darkness
            You did not go alone my dear,
                  my trembling limbs bent like match sticks
            I fell into the abyss of nothing,
                  I did not find you there
            just the remains of a flower;
            brittle and spent into dust
            life is too precious, wasting away.

            If you approach heaven first, ever so hesitantly
                  angels will give you a lift up,
            no rains will soak the soul left up high
                  that we dare fathom where they are up-
            to the point where God touches everything.

Copyright © James Onuska | Year Posted 2007


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