Symphony from heaven's portals, Guiding the footsteps of mended mortals, A walk of celestial grace, It's not a kind of rat race. Making heaven is the Father's delight, He understands our helpless plight, He is willing to give us a hand, As we sojourn through a dark and fiery land. As we ease into the night, We come to the end of our fight, An end to life's colourful twists, Freed from fate's fists.