Drifting on wings of an angel, The stairway to Heaven unfolds, The steps leading up to a city, The pathways transparent of gold. At the base of the ascending staircase, A lamb sits soft at the door, Surrounded by lilies and lions, Grace has transcended the roars. The Lamb offers peace in His presence, Your fears He'll caress like a dove, The soft gentle fleece of His body, Will cover you up in His love. Then soft as the wings of an angel, He'll carry your cares to the door, The Lamb knows…
