In Heaven, We'Ll Reside, In Our Rightful, Place. Poem by Michael Gale

Stepping off counted steps to the stairs of sorrows...
Searching hardest, for better paths, to happier tomorrows.

For the heart, which aches in times, of a darkest dispair...
Can in the end, end all hearts aching and happly, declare, total repair.

Turn back the hands of time...
Turn away and repulse all crime.

Man does hurt his sister and brother...
Even a father, or perhaps, a mother.

Belong the song of unaltered mistake....
Change all ways of man's heart ache.

Bless all men under God's own laws...
Take up full arms to agree the cause.

Freedom's liberties should instill to heart's content...
At last as always, to end man's full, common, dissent.

Ascend to Heaven does man so earnestly yearn...
His goodness of all, in man's heart, does passionately, burn.

We should just read the Bible and avastly learn...
Then, in Heaven's place, will we win, a spot, and earn.

Peace is a wish to all, that We should impart to all women and men....
So that in the end, we win, and defeat all sin.