My Heavenly Father

In my fathers house there are many mansions

My heavenly father has a mansions waiting for me,
Preparing a unique place of rest for tomorrow,
And when I get there; oh how happy I will be,
In my flight of joy there will be no more sorrow.

When I take a heavenly star to go through the air,
In paradise on streets of gold other people will walk,
And I will know the change in the atmosphere,
Just been there without street lamps for it is not dark.

Pull up in my dream the sheets of celestial lights,
Eternity riding high on the firmament of stain glass,
New life erase the guilt that own the quibbling past,
No moon ice or winter spring hanging over the cities.

My father is in heaven away from this besotted time,
His anxious blood runs deep through my veins,
I can feel him in my body; see him in my mind,
Gauge the cosmic realm to define the species.

In time, in memory, we return to the cradle of love,
The father we worship, the king we strongly adore,
Alpha and Omega, the exceptional being from above,
A father’s love is the key that opens every door.

Mine inescapable failure made into a testimony,
Onwards and upwards made a way to meet his wave,
I am almost going home soon no reason to worry,
Outliving the impact the one for my life he gave.