I’ll die smiling, turn toward Heaven
Sing some old songs and claim my crown
Then I’ll go to find someone I’ve been waiting
to talk with since I read The Habit of Being
She’ll tell me her story of sorrow and suffering
She’ll tell me it’s so sad the way we’ve been acting
For we are surrounded by thousands of liars
That sing lovely songs in a river of fire
That flows from the hand of the Father.
Lee Bozeman, The Wedding Feast of the Lamb
What an album.