Soaring high above, up in the sky,
Among the clouds, I flew,
So close I could see them like puffed up pillow,
I felt, all I need to do was to stretch my arms to feel them in the blue sky, so high.
High above, so high above, where down seemed like a speck,
I realised, for the first time, how tiny we humans are from the vision above,
Still He cares for us like none other,
Yet we, the disobedient lot of us still wriggle away.
I wondered, how lucky are the birds who fly close to heaven,
Coming down only when needed, they float and gloat,
In the sky above close to heaven and the creator,
The sin separating us from the Father and the paradise we lost.
But the hope for that glorious day in which we will gain, the paradise lost,
Makes us waddle through this painful life, fought and lost,
Love that carries on, with nothing but little faith,
In the promises given by the word and the Lord keeps us afloat in the storm.
Meeting the loved ones, near and the dear we lived apart,
In a new heaven and in a new earth full of fragrance of the eternal Paradise,
With the Father’s glory shared among us,
We will live on forever in this promised land thus our Paradise regained.