High above a world so dead
Lies a place of comfort, warmth and love
Where pain is never felt
But peace and love is all around.
But peace and love is all around
A place that cradles Orion’s belt
Where light shines down on us from above
And not a single tear is ever shed.
And not a single tear is ever shed.
A place you could barely think of
But one that would make a hardened heart melt
At the angle’s first trumpet sound.
At the angle’s first trumpet sound.
At the throne we all knelt
As His Majesty sits quietly as the dove
Who in His love for us bled.
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