I remember how heaven was
With no worry or war
I took heaven by its word
With no will or choice to veil my gift or hoard.
I took my Lord’s hand and headed to the world
With love, He told me all I must to earn rewards
I found angels who live in realms by swords
Without ado, protect, provide, and preserve with swords.
I wonder if earth will be heaven again
With its seat ever remaining Eden and the Lord’s Footstool
I implore His love within every floor and door
Within His mortal chord and cord.
I trumpet His praise and serve as an oar
Within His ensured judgment and defense aboveboard
I chant myself creatively unto His creativity
With His infinite breath ticking within my mortal plane.