I write though I know my words are soon to fly of these pages
Many stages of life and me at different ages
Wishing for a place filled with lilies and daisies
Where all I would do is sing His praises!
The world is mean and cold
Even to the prophets of old
Wishing for a place filled with the brightest of light
Where I will never be out of His sight
My end of death is sure but unknown
No matter how soon it comes I know I’ve grown
I’ve lived, I’ve loved and I’ve learnt
The last thing is to see Him, in full Glory.