I’mnot really sure that Heaven exists
Inthe way that you hear it described,
Streetspaved with gold,
Pearlygates open,
Anda book where my name is inscribed.
Billionsof angels in white robes and wings
Lookingdown at the people below
Fromtheir place in the clouds
Wherelife is forever
Ina house where God cares for each soul.
Butif Heaven’s not out there,
Thenwhy am I here?
Hegives me hope to live in His light
Andto die without fear.
I’mtaking my chances.
Myfaith will be strong.
‘Causeif Heaven’s not out there,
Theneverything’s wrong.
WhenI was a child I studied His book
Andbelieved everything that I read,
Listenedon Sundays to teachers and preachers,
Soakedup the words that they said.
Tastedof life, lived through temptation,
Nowthat my race is near run,
Ihave to believe that the time’s getting closer
Tocapture the prize that I’ve won.
Butif Heaven’s not out there….