How Glory Goes

Is it warm? Is it soft against your face?
Do you feel the kind of grace inside the breeze?
Will there be trees? Is there light?
Does it hover on the ground?
Does it shine from all around or just from you?

Is it endless and empty and you wander on your own?
Slowly forget about the folks that you have known?
Or does rising bread fill up the air
From open kitchens everywhere?
Familiar faces far as you can see, like a family?

Do we live? Is it like a little town?
Do we get to look back down at who we love?
Are we above? Are we everywhere? Are we anywhere at all?
Do we hear a trumpet call us and we're by your side?

Will I want or will I wish
For all the things I should have done?
Longing to finish what I only just begun

Or has a shiny truth been waiting there
For all the questions everywhere?
In a world of wondering, suddenly you know
And you will always know

Will my mama be there waiting for me?
Smiling like the way she does
And holding out her arms
And she calls my name
She will hold me just the same

Only Heaven knows how glory goes
What each of us was meant to be
In the starlight, that is what we are
I can see so far