I dreamt we went to heaven, me and my best friend Where we saw sights of splendor and glory without end We entered a mighty hall and seated on the throne Was the One whose blood for all our sin atoned. An old man sat upon the Savior’s lap, but we could only see his back “My son,” the Savior asked, “Is there anything you lack?” “Nothing, Lord,” he answered. “For you are enough.” “But this is still for you, “he gave the man a box large and rough The man lifted out a leather saddle, bit, and reins In his eyes, I saw a cowboy thundering across the plains The next visitor was a bouncing little girl She sprang into Jesus’ lap, shaking golden curls He handed her a box pink as the sunrise “Here, take this surprise.” She squealed and grinned in glee As she slid off his knees.   My friend turned to a seraph who had served as our guide And asked him what these strange boxes held inside “You will see when your names he calls,” At that moment, our names filled the hall   When I looked into His face It overwhelmed me with love and grace “Is there anything you ask of me?’ “Nothing, since your face I see.” I laughed. “There is nothing else I need Of your love I love to read”   His smile stretched across the skies “I still think you’ll enjoy my surprise.” Inside the box lay four strange shapes We stared at them with mouths agape They were made of pure creativity and all the beauty eyes could see Each one leapt onto a shoulder blade Then we knew the gift He’d gave Wings! Wings—the gift so long sought Appeared strange when finally caught We sprang into the air to soar High above heaven’s great doors Without awaiting reply We pierced the veil of sky Soaring through the Milky Way Round Venus and Neptune we play   Finally we returned to the Son He said, “Your journey’s just begun I’ll keep these till you come again.” I dreamt we went to heaven, me and my best friend