Realms

 

When your eyes look up into the sky

We know there is someone way up high

Where we cannot now draw nigh

For we have not wings to fly.

 

The endless space we cannot climb

It is far beyond our feeble mind

The fluffy clouds of threads so fine

Just float by and brightly shine.

 

The glide of the birds that fly

Through the blue while it’s dry

                  While the boundless currents they soar

Much more thrill than being on the floor.

 

Won’t be long when with open wing

Will be following our King

Through those open gates and sing

And make the realms of heaven ring.