We think of heaven as the end of pain
But if heaven's already happened
Maybe we have it turned around
And heaven merely exposes
A deeper hurt in need
Of healing the weeping god
And the laughing god
Paraded through the streets
Here in heaven the Father God
Takes up all the room
With his farms of stars
And the Son is left
To suffer on earth
Of his own free will
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