I return to my First Love. My soul finds bliss anew, Where peace and joy reside, where faith and calm imbue. And songs of glory flow like rivers there...
No discord dwells, no enmity or hate. Compassion waits for those in suffering's state. Two widow's mites outweigh the mightiest ox, A humble plate of greens—more precious far than flocks.
And if someone there should stumble and fall, They're not condemned—why didn't they stand tall? Instead they come, they lift him to his feet, Brush off the dust, bring water, cool and sweet...
I wish to dwell forever in that Realm of Light, To do good works and love my neighbor right. There darkness dwells not, and no shadows creep, Each day pulls me toward that Kingdom deep!
