Where do our souls within arise
from whence does one's soul come
Is our soul hatched from underneath
Or born alive, yet hidden by the sun
Or are we like our God, I am,
and will forever always be

Always there
And always was there
Coming with the beginning
And lasting until no end
Love defined, love for all
Gifted to all, actually for free

Anyway, Is there a carrier of souls
Down from the heavens above
Angels with wings perhaps or
Unimaginable stuff flying from there
Or perhaps there is some soul ***
Where two can easily become three

Romancing all those new souls
I want a little part in that adventure
Some of us could soon enough see
Our first date in heaven's long bliss
Doing nothing, swinging and singing
Praises of glory in all different ways

One more slim chance of a kiss
Can one start to kinda imagine
How great that will all eventually be
That alone may give ugly ole me
Ecstasy's sweet heavenly bliss

©  2017 Jim Davis