Grabbed my banjo and my bible today and wrote a bit of this song "Delight at Night":
No mournin' in the mornin'
No gloom in the afternoon
Elvis can hear me sing, Oh lord
Sorrow has gone too soon
Oh lord, I see my mama
I no longer know her fright
I really can’t feel a damn thing, Lord
But this false delight at night
Personally, I prefer
Belinda Carlisle’s version of heaven over the Bible's.
“Ask yourself whether the dream of heaven and greatness should be waiting for us in our graves - or whether it should be ours here and now and on this earth.” - Ayn Rand