I wrote this some time ago for a friend. I hope it lifts your spirits.

Do not fear the touch of heaven
For you are white as snow.
You will not be riven
So stand within the glow.

The glow of eternal glory
Is truly yours to claim.
Do not fear the touch of heaven
For there will be no pain.

There are streets of gold for running
There are songs of purest joy.
There is rest here for the weary
And good work still to employ.

What work and ways will wait us,
I really cannot say,
But God himself, who made us,
Will show us all the way.

And there is time for Leisure
And there is time for song.
And there is time for making
The joy comes all along.

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