Sing a song of happiness
For all is quite in order.
There will be no lack or pain
When you go across the Border.
Heaven’s what you call this place
Where naught but beauty does abound.
But what you fail to see is all
The beauty now around.
You tend to focus on the things
That trouble you the most
Instead of giving focus
To your great and mighty Host.
The things of God are perfect;
The things of man not quite.
To know perfection is your task—
To see the world with brand new sight.
What’s Real is what’s eternal.
Your spirit is like that.
So put your fears and doubts aside
And know that Heaven’s where you’re at.