I'm lifted to the heavens and I'd stay there

If I had the chance I'd stay in constant prayer

But for all the blessings of heaven that are mine

So many I know still choose to decline

So though my joy might be complete

On the other hand- you understand

It's a sorrowful joy that I know, alas

For so many men are choosing to pass

On the evidence that's before their eyes

I pray I could make them recognize

What they can expect when they reject

The one who is the light

It's a sorrowful joy I'm feeling tonight.

To be torn between entering heaven's joy

And remaining here to be in God's employ

Compelling and praying men to see God's design

So my desire is left to God's own time.

Now though my joy might be complete

On the other hand- you understand

It's a sorrowful joy that I know, alas

For so many men are choosing to pass

On the evidence that's before their eyes

I pray I could make them recognize

What they can expect when they reject

The one who is the light

It's a sorrowful joy I'm feeling tonight.

5-30-91

Anthony Foster

Copyright 1991 Anthony Foster