As we behold our bright hope from the blue sky, in sigh for our ecstasy Land of mirth, where our joy will know no bounds, we shall see through the talking white wall, the stream of our wealth, grace and regal elegance in the promises of God that shine in bright letters. Let us embrace this beckon light that guides us to where still waters glide, that polishes rays of joy on our open hearts of faith, and makes our portals cheerful. There is always an experience that will clear our clouded skies and make us sing jubilant psalms; soar upward for aye on wings like a dove and our summer flowers...