We are made in Gods' image
born with ears to music
innocent hearts attuned to heavenly acoustics
but as soon as possible, demon introduced to hells spillage

All through life influenced, interjected and inundated
with worldly rap, ungodly lines and melody our minds sedated
blinded to the purity of the Gospel, and words elated
and the glory of our Mighty God un-celebrated

But through His mercy we can still find
pureness of heart, salvation divine
feel His purety and love undescribed with words
our souls floating above earths' pain like a heavenly bird

For as human we're made a little lower than angels
but instead of singing songs of mans tables
one day we'll join in the singing of a whole new song
one so grand, the angels will desire to sing along

But this song of heavenly beauty
will be of our Savior, His Love, His glory
higher above than all we can imagine or think
by God's own hand written, his own blood for ink

A whole new song of such rapturous beauty and light
of His glory, indescribably bright
His sainted millions singing in the heavenly throng
surrounded by the angels who can only look on and long

To feel the blessings of such rapturous emotions
of such joy and sheer heavenly delight
when I look upon His face and see
Him Who rests enthroned on the glassy sea.