God gave man the number seven,
He showed me a place that’s far above.
High up in the seventh heaven,
a place that’s filled with constant love.
He showed me a place that’s far above;
I saw the treasury of souls.
Where unborn souls reside thereof
and wait to fill their human rolls.
High up in the seventh heaven,
resides the sacred Hall of Souls.
A baby's spirit still un-leaven,
a loving place that God controls.
A place that’s filled with constant love;
so when you hear the sparrows’ song,
a descending spirit falls like a dove
and to our God, we all belong.
Author Note:
Form. Retourne
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