After all when lights have faded
And eyes have closed their last
Where is sight now concentrated?
Are Earthly boundaries past?
Can you see now trees and flowers?
Is the wall around it brick?
And that garden filled with passion
Is it safe from Satan’s trick?
Is this the place called Paradise?
Is it a resting place of peace?
I think I would like to go there
When my spirit is released.
The sky is bright, the palest blue
A mere blush is on the horizon,
A tree of bright red blossom stands
And in the distance – Zion
In a purple meadow
I will rest a little ways
And watch the clouds go rolling by
In the absence of my days.
Who will join me in my garden?
And eat the earthly fruits?
It is but a single stepping stone
Made from the great tree’s roots.