This is a hymn I wrote. If I can ever find the proper musical accompaniment, I will record it for you.

There is a Place

There is a place where innocents rejoice;
There is a place where meek souls lift their voice,
There is a place where truth has its full gleam,
There is a place where sinners are washed clean.

There is a place where all will be explained;
There is a place where life abounds again,
A place where fear and death have no more power,
A place where healing flows from every flower,

There is a place where justice has been done;
There is a place where good has fought and won,
Where pain and sickness have been swept away
And beauty basks in bright eternal day.

The hope of glory lifts us from the grime;
A hope that saves us from a life of crime,
That we could gaze upon that holy face,
Who has prepared for us a special place.

The hope that lifted great souls long ago,
When through the vale of death they had to go
Their heads held high, no longer cursed to roam,
Safe in the knowledge they were going home.