Wake Up In Heaven

Weekend after another
You let each offer expire
Money was your father
Ambition was your sister.
Scorning every preacher
With Miss Chief as your teacher;

She lived a refugee
They called her a fanatic
She could be called godly
Her way of living ‘cryptic’
She spoke of resurrection
Something about his kingdom
But then she fell as leap
In her room, dust would hip
But her pain is forgotten
She will wake up in Heaven

You died just like you lived
He cried, his soul grieved
He called, the door was open
But you are lost from Heaven

So sing it on the mountain
And make it very plain
The Word is double edged
Within it Life is wedged
Give your heat to love
There is no thing Above
When your days are wizen
You may wake up in heaven

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