How beautiful would the song of the angels have been,
as they welcomed them home.

The beauty that was promised to be seen,
now gazed upon.

His fullness now experienced in a form of entirety,
As we gaze into the eyes of eternity.

How beautiful are his feet,
they carried good news.
His eyes are like fire,
his hair is as wool.
His voice like the sound of many waters,
yet it stills my soul.

How beautiful is the song of the angels,
as we are welcomed home.