Wipe away those tears,
Your pathway to eternity appears.
God has made a way,
For you to flyaway,
To ascend His stairway,
And meet your Holy Father, no delay.
Heaven, a divine gift awaits,
So lift your hands, no hesitates.
Shift into the realm of spirit,
Where His rift is healing, pure and lit.
Beyond the golden gate, a path will clear,
For your fate to shine, crystal clear.
He knows your date, have no fear,
So embrace the Word, hold it dear.
Prayer, the key to unlock the door,
Get on your knees, your spirit to explore.
Make your plea, like never before,
For tomorrow's fate we can't ignore.
Flyaway to the celestial spheres,
Death's pathway fades, no more fears.
God's loving way,
Leads you to flyaway,
To His stairway,
Where He'll say 'Hey' to you, every day.
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