If I get into Heaven,
With Mary my Mother;
Imagine the Queen:
Before the throne of God,
Pleads with her Son,
On my behalf,
Please forgive,
All the wrong he's done.
I'm stuck in awe,
With their holiness there,
And can't speak,
To defend myself.
Jesus, with mercy
Says he'll forgive,
And they usher me
Into glorious Heave.
And with more Saints
We burst into praise.
I can't stop thanking
The Father of Love.
The counts are filled,
We, shouting and singing.
Angels and Archangels
Worship the Dove.
Peace so pervading,
All fear is gone,
No evil among us,
No pain in the place,
All are positive,
Mary has persuaded:
Jesus to bless us;
Shed the Light of His face.
The stories we'll tell
To Honour the Father,
Adore the Christ,
And give Their Spirit power!
