Beam me up
This is Sunday a special day of
To set aside worldly things and
into heaven I see.
Not that other days I do not fill
y cup, but
Sunday is the day "Jesus",
you were lifted up.
If I could have been your disciple
with this event
In my perfect view-
How could I not tell everyone, strangers
and everyone I knew.
I still am a disciple with your
words in my written book,
Now tattered and worn so tht nothing
I will overlook.
Lord, you may call me to your rest
anytime you choose-
You even paid my ticket so my space
I will not lose.
I know your rest in heaven is a
And earth was never planned for
Earth's beauty fills me, with all
its bourdaries of sky,
land and see to behold.
But, for a needless day on this
earth, "my ticket"
Cannot be sold.