A person prepares
For a life's journey.
One that will take them,
Far, far away.
They travle not alone,
With someone who has died for them.
Over the mountains and hills,
To a place called "Heaven Above".
The sparkle and glow leaves their eyes.
The end of pain from the old life is shed.
Don't look so sad with all those tears.
It was the earthly body that died.
In Heaven there is a pleanty to do.
The Angels will welcome me.
I asked to prepare for ye.
And in my spare time,
And I'll wait for you.


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