The mystery of a place called home,
A place in eternity, for Soul to roam.
Opposite of a place called earth,
It's a space for spiritual birth!
Spiritual birth, Gods gift to man,
Where fear is dropped as we understand....
That life is more than stuff and things,
Home's a place we've earned our wings!
A place where sound becomes music and song,
This home called heaven to all belong!
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