The Music of Heaven

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