My Door
Knock on my door, and the door shall open,
Come in, brothers and sisters, come in,
Follow me through these golden halls.
Here We shall sit at this magnificent table,
Clutching hands praying together.
We shall have a feast fit for kings,
Eating the fruits of this land.
We shall drink wine created of water.
Raising our glasses high,
Glorifying our time spent on this earth.
Brothers and Sisters, its time,
It’s time to march on the clouds,
to the gates of heaven.
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