The last lost day weaves into the fabric of time

To be remembered for eternity at the top of the climb

No sorrow remains in the heart of pure joy

At peace with the sleep that follows the ploy

Out to the world I wonder once more

To speak out the word that opens the door

The message of love from our father above

A purity that reflect the white like a dove

Forever in eternity to soar thru the heavens

A reward to those that served from beginning to end

No more teardrops for forever more

Nor minds to be plagued with the forever bore

Clouded and confused are there so many

That long for the lord with hands out ready

Blocked is their way to the heavenly places

By fools that live by the dead old faces

A shining light to clear the darkness

Approaches fast to judge the heartless

Reproach thy ways and pray for the gift

That opens the heart and interprets the list

No understanding sits with the beautifully adored

To be judged by the father without first knowing our lord

Such sadness is felt as we continue our walk

Thru a world with no comprehension that that continues to talk

The wise reap the benefit with such little words

For the wise know the father for he taught them the word

Saved thru the son with permission from the father

The blood of our lord spilled for our bother

Such a cruel world of sinners who lust for the flesh

We thank you my lord for the honor, to be apart from the rest.