Soaring to Paradise

I soared above the cloudy sky 

 

and there appeared a charming land.

It’s splendor no one could deny.

It was not made by human hand.

Beauty like an island of ice

whose grandeur stole my breath away.

I felt lost in a paradise.

I’d venture there another day.

The plane landed upon the ground.

My feet are planted here for now,

but I won’t always be earth bound.

I’ll fly to there again, I vow.

To soar above the world so high

and see the glory there once more;

I’ll take the chance again to fly.

Then thank my God whom I adore.