In Heaven joy will be so great That here it hurts to taste it, Where all our walls come crumbling down No friendship will be wasted. Bitter envy and jealous strife No more to come between us, Sisters who had once “cut their ties” Greet again with glowing eyes. A

Looking down He saw this earth Where once was bright as dawn Where a man from dust was pure at birth Created to dwell upon This perfect garden in the east With God dwelling, and for a feast The fruit of every tree but one For by its’ knowledge comes