flight of the butterfly, rising free
...and an angel came and rested on my shoulder. She asked me to describe the place where time is without form. Several birds began to sing their bright songs. And this song flowed from my heart...
Heaven is the perfect place
Where time and God are one
Heaven takes up no more space
Than a ray of fresh morning sun
Heaven is the Kingdom's seat
Where love flows through all the day
Heaven is the throne of God
Where hope and happiness stay
Heaven is a wondrous song
That flows from the child's mind
Where all is well in harmonious grace
Man's heart, God's place divine