I can see,
  beyond the window.
Beyond the horizon,
  past the meadow.

People playing tambourines,
  and dancing.
A lot of laughter,
  and romancing.

Angels frolicking,
  like little children.
In the background,
  a huge mansion.

Music playing,
  uplifting sounds.
Harps being strummed,
  their are no frowns.

For here is a meager existence,
  I know.
But Lord is using me,
  until I go.

For beyond the window,
  I can see.
This life is not forever,
but my new life will be.