Poems of Lighthouse Bob

Up! #390

Up!
Up out from my grave bed
and into the night,
I'll hold up my candle
and hold it up high
so Jesus can see it,
my soul and my light,
when, found up in Heaven,
we'll venture the skies
and sail on through rainbows
to reach up to heights
beyond where the gods perch,
beyond where there's sight,
up to where's Glory,
up to where dreams lie,
up to where'll be baptized
a new Hope to fly.