What vain striving it may be
To try and see what angels see,
As they sit majestically
Upon their clouds in Heaven.
And yet we sit with stalwart gaze
Toward the ethereal haze,
Pondering just what the days
Will be like in Heaven.
And sitting here unhappily,
Looking forward, forgetting we
Often never quite fully
Enjoy the time we're given.
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