In the quiet of the morning’s light,
Where shadows softly fade away,
A realm of peace comes into sight,
A place where souls eternally stay.

The golden gates of heaven gleam,
Beyond them, fields of endless green,
Where dreams are more than what they seem,
And every heart is truly seen.

Angels sing in voices pure, serene,
Melodies that heal and mend,
In this realm, all wounds are clean,
And broken spirits find their end.

In heaven’s arms, we find our rest,
Love surrounds and fills the air,
Among the blessed, we are a guest,
In this celestial, sacred lair.