I was laid to rest
Very soon
In a time compressed
For me, the noon
Felt like twilight
Going on was
Nothing but night
And painful pricks
That draw the blood
But never heal
The deeper sting
Of a broken body
That would remain
‘Til Jesus’ touch
My death, great gain
Where no needles lurk
Where no straps restrain
Gravity does not press
Lips lose their refrain
I’ve flown far from
My past of pain
And I dance
And I dance
Don’t worry
Don’t worry about me
Paradise
– by Scott Bennett