Let me show you around There's so much here to see Heaven is no Earthly place - still needs it's machines
We call this one the Spirit Clock It measures Valued Moments Lights flash when you've had too much And everybody wants too much...
This one's for our daily bread On silver trays right to your bed Lights flash when you're overfed But everybody's overfed...
No idea what this one does Needles flicker I hear a buzz But underneath...rust.
God is in his Heaven All's right in his domain Perhaps he feels discarded Ah, but still he looks the same He taps an ancient keyboard And sends the summer rain...