While eternal echoes of ringing can be heard by ethereal bells
My solitary soul floats up with the feathery wings of angels
Up past the pale crimson puffy clouds it purposefully climbs
Up to the hushed hues of the heavenly heights where i find
A shimmering, celestial city with a guarded, golden Gate
Grace- filled, glowing and unlocked. The faithful flock waits
Behind Him brimming with sparkling, star- bright anticipation
For each new soul's heartfelt "Welcome Home" celebration!