HEAVEN A PLACE TO CALL HOME

A PLACE TO CALL HOME

EVERYONE IS FREE TO ROAM

THERE IS FIELDS OF GREAT SPACE

EACH WITH A TALE OF ABOUNDING GRACE

WE ARE ALL CHILDREN; INNOCENT,PURE AND CAREFREE

ANXIOUSLY AWAITING THY HOLY FATHER'S NEXT STORY

THERE'S A PERFECT MELODY OF ALL TONGUES IN A SONG

IT GOES ON THE WHOLE DAY LONG

YOU CAN PICK FLOWERS THAT NEVER DIE

IN HEAVEN THERE IS NEVER A REASON TO CRY

WITH THY HOLY FATHER; THERE IS GAMES OF HIDE AND SEEK

WE HAVE TO PRETEND NOT TO SEE HIM FOR HE IS AS BRIGHT AS THE TOP OF A MOUNTAIN PEAK

AS THY HOLY FATHER FILLS THE HEAVENS WITH LAUGHTER

IT FILLS THE HEART OF A JOY AS A STORY HAPPILY EVER AFTER

IN HEAVEN ISAIAH WAS MY BESTIE

WE WOULD ALWAYS MEET AT OUR SPECIAL TREE

I WILL ALWAYS REMEMBER HIS EYES

FOR THEY NEVER HELD ANY LIES

A FRIENDSHIP SO VERY TRUE

WE BOTH HAD A GREAT LOVE FOR THE SEA OF BLUE

YET CAME TIME FOR A MISSION

ONE THAT REQUIRES TRANSMISSION

TO ISAIAH AND THY HOLY FATHER I SAID GOODBYE

TO THY FATHER I SAID I WILL LIFT YOUR NAME ON HIGH

UNTIL IT IS MY TIME TO RETURN TO THE SKY