Heaven's Bed

Heaven's Bed

I'm resting in my final sleep
beneath these amber shrouds
as golden angels start to weep
from gently drifting clouds.

God it seems was in my dreams
on watch into the dawn.
my life was like a flowing stream
that always ran so strong.

All our lives the spirit grows,
we try to understand
but no one ever claims to know
when God will play his hand.

Until one day the body dies
for life is hard to hold
and far above an angel sighs
we're led into the fold.

So underneath the gentle clouds
I'll rest my weary head
beneath these restless amber shrouds
adrift in Heaven's bed.

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