radiant made of gold
my feet seem to float
above these golden steps
my spirit is not afraid
but full of wonderment
faintly, I hear the pipers play
amazing grace that saved a wreck like me
I only wish for one thing
to take hold of your hand
so we might buffer the mighty winds
and climb the stairway into eternity
on the wind together
hand and hand to face judgement
and our love, before Him.
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