Truly, It's Perfect Poem by Rabi Anata

You cannot see me.
I am standing higher than the hilltops.
Past the sun in the sky,
Above the clouds hanging up high;
I believe I'm standing in Heaven
With the Lord that you wished to meet.
He's not how you always imagined,
He is indescribable to me.
In all His goodness
He repaired my heart so that it's content
And not needing of anything.
Truly it's perfect here with God,
Singing and worshiping all the time.
Everyone's happy and full with love
And every hardship is long gone.
Knowing I'll be here forever
Comforts me and makes me smile.
I'm only hoping the best for you;
That you will make it past the sky.
He'll take your human body
With every hopeless disease
And patch up all the rough spots
That sting and burn and bleed.
You'll find yourself perfect
Standing before the Lord
Overflowing with emotions
You've never had before.
Oh truly it's perfect here with God.