Elizabeth Lindberg (10-30-1955 / Limestone, Maine)

I hope their are guitars in Heaven,
a flute or two would be ok,
this is my dream of Heaven,
Like Burger King,
I get to have it my way,
Nobody gets angry in Heaven,
time out's put one on the moon,
disputer's can argue with craters or,
make sand-castles in moon-dunes,
I hope we can fly on a wing and a prayer,
and do all our favorite things,
there's love floatin all over up there,
its never a bad time to sing,
I want to see who made the sun,
I wish to join peace, love and joy,
and give to the Lord all the songs in my heart,
and sail on blue waters, ahoy!
There are no politicians in Heaven,
if we want we can all have a goat,
or a castle that's high with rooms in the sky,
on the ground there are fish in the moat,
somedays we will have big parades,
to honor the Savior and King,
life will be kind, no one crippled or blind,
smiles shine, laughter will ring,
I want to live in a hut,
made of straw, on a tropical isle,
love what everyday brings,
we can play we can sing,
where even the lemons have smiles