Airy.
Floating.
Light weighted breath.
Blissful.
Serene.
Silent moving chest.
Brightness.
Magical.
Wave flowing memories.
Quiet.
Mystic.
Light hearted feelings.
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Above the world, so high it glows,
Above the world, many hearts and souls,
Carry on God's great light,
Having left their bodies, from a painful plight,
To know not where, thy shepherd's lay,
To fear no evil, and see-eth no gray,
But only here they hear God's angels sing,
And join the chorus and earn thines wing.
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Looking around, pure white and glowing shades,
Looking around, glory be there no pains,
Feeling around, soft and tenderness flows,
Feeling around, glory be there no pains,
Smelling around, fragrant undescribable bliss,
Smelling around, glory be there no pain,
Listening around, sweet melodic symphonies playing,
Listening around, glory be there no pains,
Holding God, so comforting and joyful Heaven he made,
Holding God, glory be He took away thine's pain.
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As I approach Heaven,
I feel a gust in my chest,
The air in my lungs compress,
The air in my lungs compress.
As I approach Heaven,
I feel the beat in my heart,
The rythem finally rests,
The rythem finally rests.
As I approach Heaven,
I feel the ache in my body,
The pain is all gone,
The pain is all gone.
As I approach my Lord,
I hear nothing but angel songs,
The songs sound so beautiful,
The songs sound so beautiful.
As I approach my Lord,
I see his eminent face,
The light it shines around him,
The light it shines around him.
As I approach my Lord,
I feel his embracing hands,
The warmth wraps around me,
The warmth wraps around me.
As I sit with my Lord,
I do not feel the pain,
The pain has gone away,
The pain has gone away.
As I sit with my Lord,
I do not have fear,
The fear has gone away,
The fear has gone away.
But as I sit with my Lord,
I hear my loved one's plea,
I must go to them,
I must go to them.
As I leave my Lord,
I do not feel his embrace,
The warmth has died away,
The warmth has died away.
As I leave my Lord,
I do not see his face,
The light fades to gray,
The light fades to gray.
As I leave my Lord,
I do not hear the angels sing,
The songs have turned to silence,
The songs have turned to silence.
As I approach my Love,
I feel the ache in my body,
The pain returns to me,
The pain returns to me.
As I approach my Love,
I feel my heart beat,
The rythem plays again,
The rythem plays again.
As I approach my Love,
I feel a gust in my chest,
The air fills my lungs full,
The air fillls my lungs full.
As I open my eyes,
I see my love,
I hear my love,
I feel my love,
It is the greatest feeling I've ever felt,
It is the greatest feeling I've ever felt.
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Opening his eyes, Daryl sees the bright light before him. He blinks once. Twice. Three times- before he sees her. Sitting with her arms hiding her face and her head to the mattress, Daryl feels eminent. He feels full. He feels alive. He's seen his life before him. Sat with God and had a converstation or two, but the only place greater than the Kingdom of Heaven- is right here, with her.
He felt the rush of being swept away to the kingdom in the sky. He heard the most beautiful sounds come from angels and cherubs.
He seen the Almighty God and His Son.
But this, right here, is his Heaven.
He feels weak, and he is. Dying four times does that to you. He shouldn't even be here, but he is. For her. She is the reason for his insanity. She is the reason for his acute pain tolerance. She is the reason he lives.
Anyone could ask him what Heaven was like- but he can't describe it. Anyone could ask him what God was all about, but he couldn't tell them. And if anyone asked if he heard angels sing he could tell them, but it wouldn't do it justice. No. Daryl cannot describe Heaven, God, or the angels- there are no words great enough to truly understand it. Just like he can't describe how beautiful it is when she sings to his children. How he can't tell them how amazing she is. And how there are no justifiable words to explain how perfect she is for him.
Beth is his Heaven. Beth is his light. Beth is his Savior. He has come back only to appease her. So he can confess to her how pure his live has always been.
Reaching forward, he grabs her hand and she startles awake. Her mouth is parched and her eyes red from the tears. But in this moment of feeling greatness- she cries tears of joy. She feels her mouth flood with unspeakable words. All she can do is grasp his hand harder than ever before- because he is her light. He is her Heaven. He is her Savior.
The End!
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