Lovely things begin with the sunshine.
Her rays illuminate faces
So that smiles can be seen.
Her love so bountiful
In Heaven, at the right hand of God I’ll sit,
I haven’t been there, but my eyes can see it.
Adorned in righteous robes, I’ll stand by the king.
I will see angels flying with their angelic wings.
The wailing tunes of the long lost child.
Her father’s ways the cause of her cry.
So many lovely young ones wish to die.
Because they know not love, tears fill their eyes.
Walking along the path I heard leaves break
Becoming like dirt under the soles of my shoes.
They, in their millions, epitomized beauty
And life, but now they decompose and wane.
Man you're all that and more,
You love the rich, the sick, and the poor.