the sky is so clear and bright.
Lit with the glow of our Saviors love
which shames earth’s brightest light.
I could never begin to describe
the beauty and love that I see.
My spirit is here, not dead, but alive,
so please don’t feel sorrow for me.
Heavenly choirs are singing.
Excitement and joy fill the air.
Such peace and comfort I’m feeling.
God’s angels are everywhere.
Dying is but a spiritual birth.
A departure from all earthly cares.
I await the day when you leave the earth,
and I meet you atop golden stairs.
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