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GOLDEN CLOUDS IN A SILVER SKY


HEAVEN IS SO BEAUTIFUL
I SAW IT IN A VISION
AND IF I HAD THE CHANCE TO GO THERE AGAIN
IT WOULD BE A SIMPLE DECISION.

THE STREETS OF THE CITY ARE PAVED WITH GOLD
IT'S GATES ARE MADE OF PEARL
THE RAIN BOWS THERE AROUND GOD'S THRONE
ARE NOT FOUND IN THIS WORLD.

THE FLOWERS DANCE, THE FLOWERS SING
THE MUSIC FILLS THE AIR
BUT IF YOU LOOK TO SEE THE SOURCE
IT COMES FROM EVERYWHERE.

THE WIND OF HEAVEN IS SWEET AND GENTLE
IT FEELS LIKE A LOVING CARESS
THE PERFUME OF ROSES RIDES ON IT'S WINGS
AND IT BRINGS YOU SUCH PEACE AND SUCH REST.

THE COLORS WITH WHICH GOD HAS PAINTED HIS KINGDOM
MAKE THE COLORS WE KNOW SEEM SO DIM AND SO PALE
WITH THE EYE OF AN ARTIST, HE HAS CREATED A MASTERPIECE
AND IT'S THERE, WAITING, SHINING, JUST BEYOND THE VEIL.

THE FAMILY OF GOD RESIDES IN THAT PLACE
THE ONES WHO HAVE GONE ON BEFORE
THOSE WHO SUFFERED AND DIED BUT NOW IN JOY DO ABIDE
WHERE THEY'LL NEVER KNOW GRIEF ANYMORE.

THE ANGELIC ARMY HAS HEAD QUARTERS THERE
AND THEY GO AND THEY COME AND THEY GO
ON MISSIONS AND WARS, TO COMFORT THE SCARRED
ON ORDERS THAT ONLY THEY KNOW.

IN THE MIDST OF THE CITY IS A RIVER
THAT COMES FROM THE FOUNTAIN OF GOD
THAT BEGINS AT HIS THRONE AND FLOWS TO HIS OWN
LIKE A RIVER OF CRYSTAL CLEAR BLOOD.

ON IT'S BANKS STAND SUCH MARVELOUS TREES
AND THEIR FRUIT GROW IN VARIOUS KINDS
AND THE PEOPLE DO MEET AND COME THERE TO EAT
FOR THE HEALING OF THEIR BODIES AND MINDS.

YOU NEVER SAW SUCH GLORY!
YOU NEVER SAW SUCH LOVE!
YOU NEVER SAW HERE ON THIS EARTH
WHAT'S WAITING FOR US THERE ABOVE!

THIS POEM COULD LAST FOREVER
AND I NEVER COULD RELATE
THE UN-ENDING WONDER OF HEAVEN
THAT EXISTS BEYOND THOSE FAIR GATES.

THERE IS NO HATE AND THERE IS NO HURT
NO MISERY OR PAIN
SUCH HAPPY PEOPLE WITH HAPPY FACES
AND THE JOY COMES DOWN LIKE RAIN.

THE FATHERS OF THE FAITH DWELL THERE
THE ELDERS AND THE TEACHERS
THE KINGS, THE PRIESTS, THE GREAT, THE LEAST
THE PROPHETS AND THE PREACHERS.

EVERYONE HAS A PLACE OF HONOR
(MAYBE NOT IN LIFE) BUT NOW
BUT NO ONE THINKS ABOUT HIMSELF
BUT AT JESUS' FEET, THEY BOW.

AND JESUS IS THE SUNSHINE THERE
HIS LIGHT FILLS EVERYTHING
IN THE PLACE PREPARED BEFORE THE BIRTH OF EARTH
WHERE JESUS IS THE KING.

THEN THE VISION ENDED AS VISIONS DO
IT FADED FROM MY EYES
BUT I CAN STILL SEE IT HERE IN MY HEART
THAT BEAUTIFUL, BEAUTIFUL PARADISE.

THE GLORY OF GOD AND THE SPLENDOR OF HEAVEN
I LONG FOR IT SO THAT IT MAKES MY SOUL CRY
OH, TO STEP ON THAT SHORE FOR JUST ONE MOMENT MORE!
WITH IT'S GOLDEN CLOUDS IN A SILVER SKY.

©by Voo
A true story
November 18, 2002 2:30 a.m.