No mortal expression can capture the thrill,
Of the songs that the mansions of paradise fill.
It's louder and sweeter than I could compose
Rising up from the Mystery, that God only knows
My words are but whispers, a fragile refrain,
Compared to the beauty of the heavenly strain.
Ten thousand angels are joining the sound,
Where the joy is so perfect, no sorrow is found.
The music of Heaven rises ever higher
Perpetually sung by the heavenly choir
It rolls like an ocean, it swells like the dawn,
Far past the boundaries my voice draws upon.
And though my best notes fall short of the throne,
I’ll sing of the wonderful love I have known.
No melodies, rhymes, or earthly chords,
Attain to the language that fully records
The weight of your glory, the depths of your grace,
And the brilliant beauty of your dwelling place.
The music of Heaven rises ever higher
Perpetually sung by the heavenly choir
It rolls like an ocean, it swells like the dawn,
Far past the boundaries my voice draws upon.
And though my best notes fall short of the throne,
I’ll sing of the wonderful love I have known.
So I’ll sing till the chorus is joined with the skies,
A humble Amen as the melodies rise.
So I lay down my melodies, simply and free,
And offer the song that you’ve given to me.
Revelation 5:9; 14:2-3;15:3
Psalm 98:4-6; Psalm150
July 20, 2026
Anthony Foster