Heaven Yeah
Could I get a heaven yeah,
Yelling softly, yet fucking clear,
Respectfully correct, so all hearts may hear?
I standing pleased upon the thought,
Planted seepings where my dreams are wrought,
Imagined clearly, now the vine,
Immaculate conceptions birthing proceeds mind.
For whom would I bow in reverent grace?
Only my Father, in this and all imaginal space.
Today acknowledging, will doing His sign,
Grateful for the vision, lovingly divine and mine.
Could I get a heaven yeah politely clear,
Spirit loud, yet smooth to hear.
I stand upon a thought I caught,
A seed from dream, a fire well-wrought.
Investing vision, picturing kind,
The immaculate conception—born in mind.
Who would I bow to, only for my play?
Today my Father, well-doing, timeless,
Heaven's rhythm strengthening my spine.
So I chant it, say it sweet, say it boldly
Heaven yeah.
To the One who breathes light into soul,
Who planted the vine that creating me whole.
Standing in grace, sounding that line,
Heaven yeah,
Father, doing will,
And this thought is mine.
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