Over There

Over there the lilies bloom
forever and a day.
The stars are just our steppingstones,
our street, The Milky Way.

Neighborhoods are always filled
with joy and laughter shared.
Hunger pangs are never felt
for Father feeds us there.

Over there the skies are bright
and everyone lives free.
Free from sickness, free from pain,
free from tragedy.

Over there all voices ring
with joyous songs of praise,
and celebrate eternally
God's amazing grace.

[ by Joanne Warrick Copyright © 2002 -- submitted by: Joanne Warrick ]