The Call

As the stained glass window opens wide,
Gone is the silly human pride
That had us bound
Here on the ground.
Our spirits soar free.
There is a new you and me.
Off to Heaven our new home,
Where we are free to roam.
Giving and being our all,
Because we have receieved the call.
Praising and glorifying God above,
Soaring on the wings of a dove.
No more sadness or fear.
Happiness is all for God has dried our tear.
Forever in His loving care.
In awe we stare,
At the glorious sight,
We used to only dream at night.