I want to wake up on the other side of tomorrow,
In the pure arms of true love,
To the lips of truth,
Wearing faith, on a bed of roses,
Powered by ravishing joy,
With the music of the wind,
To the liberation of the real me.
I want to wake up on the other side of tomorrow,
On a landscape of melted frost balls,
Wrapped with righteousness,
To the warmth of purity,
Adorned with beauty,
Perfumed with joy,
To the whiteness of new creation realities.
I want to wake up on the other side of tomorrow,
On the velvety pillows of hope,
To the reverberations of peace,
Glowing like the sun,
Basking in the aura of mercy,
Soaring on the wings of eagles,
To a banquet of promiscuous grace.