I wrote a poem when I was about sixteen but can't remember the end of it, so I recreated the last two lines to the best of my memory:
The ground is so soft
And the music of heaven is ringing in my head
The birds are singing
The bells are ringing
And I can't bear to think I'm not dead
Heaven is like a ship on the sea
Beyond the shores of tomorrow
The simplest meaning of life
Without sorrow
Now the dead shall live again
And we shall see a transformed nation
The beauty of heaven is revealed
in the rising of a new generation
* tRUST & OBey the LORD *
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