WORLD WITHOUT END

29. WORLD WITHOUT END

 

Our view of Heaven’s quite bizarre

Strange of thought and wrong by far

 All shoulder wings and angel garb

Sat on clouds strumming harps!

Future right now’s a little blurred

(eye’s not seen, nor ear heard)

But not a moment would we miss

When we abide in realms of bliss

We’ll be assigned more sacred tasks

Have more to do than we could ask!

Servants of God, judging angel

Cities ruled in projects gainful

Perhaps a host of worlds to mend

For of that growth there’ll be no end

Best of all through all our days

Unending hours to sing His praise.