Heaven's gates open in beat with my eye lids As we stumble in sweet confusion We can taste the air as an ostrich wine And the only sounds are angelic choirs joined in mirth The walls are painted scenes blessed in eternal movement With God himself scribing the tales Telling stories of triumph merged in harmony And penmanship worthier than any poet
Men docilely behold grace itself on the walls of heaven Ever worthy of the eyes of mankind Of those who stole a glance turn to gold And immortals join in ritual
The sense of sight, light, is portrayed as holy crystals Incandescent stalagmites create divine paths for righteous to follow While those lost in damnation are lead to eternally fall As the path lingers the walls inspire a revelation in ones heart Blessing all who listen, with God's word