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If heaven wasn't so far away     If I could drive there in just one day       I'd pack my car and get there fast          Or fly there with a rocket blast       Thank my God for hearing this plea      And for letting your eternal soul go free               I'd fight a thousand armies                 to a win a raging war        Or paddle against the currents                      with just a canoe                    if I only had one oar                 Defending all your beauty            and the light you gave us here                  I am not too far,               my heart is always near           I'd walk a thousand miles                just in my barest feet Or hire a passing, ghostly shipping fleet    and watch the troops of demons to their               grievous quick retreat     I would walk through the hottest fires            of a crazy burning hell     Or surf the oceans fastest, highest                   waiter, water swell          I'd slingshot through the stars              Or float up  on a bardge            Just  ask the Man in Charge                   I'm' waiting for the call                   to bring you home again                   I'm waiting here for you                    back here ...                     back in                    your earthly Glen. Cherie Nolan © June 2016
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Jun 6, 2016
Jun 6, 2016 at 8:49 PM UTC
"If Heaven Wasn't So Far Away"
If heaven wasn't so far away     If I could drive there in just one day       I'd pack my car and get there fast          Or fly there with a rocket blast       Thank my God for hearing this plea      And for letting your eternal soul go free               I'd fight a thousand armies                 to a win a raging war        Or paddle against the currents                      with just a canoe                    if I only had one oar                 Defending all your beauty            and the light you gave us here                  I am not too far,               my heart is always near           I'd walk a thousand miles                just in my barest feet Or hire a passing, ghostly shipping fleet    and watch the troops of demons to their               grievous quick retreat     I would walk through the hottest fires            of a crazy burning hell     Or surf the oceans fastest, highest                   waiter, water swell          I'd slingshot through the stars              Or float up  on a bardge            Just  ask the Man in Charge                   I'm' waiting for the call                   to bring you home again                   I'm waiting here for you                    back here ...                     back in                    your earthly Glen. Cherie Nolan © June 2016
For my Father and all those in the skies.
Moi-Cherie
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Jun 6, 2016
Jun 6, 2016 at 8:49 PM UTC
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