Promised Realms of Joy and Peace

The elect, in realms of joy and peace they dwell,
Where shadows flee, dispelled by heaven's light;
Their souls, once bound by life fear's cruel spell;
Now, soar on wings of faith in endless flight.

A gentle breeze of peace whispers through their days,
Carrying on its breath sweet nothings of divine grace.
Each step they take in faith, a heavenly maze,
Where every twist and turn, is a sacred space.

Their hearts, like lamps, burn bright with love so pure,
Guiding lost ones through the darkest of nights.
Their smiles are beams of hope for those who dare
To gaze upon God's truth, that sets the souls right.

God's elect, in harmony eternally live and reign,
Guarding hearts, the light of peace they will maintain.
Their joy is a river ceaseless in its flow-
A beacon calling all to God's domain.

As they tread this earthly, fleeting plain,
Their eyes reflect the heavenly glow.
Their laughter, soft as an angel's sweetest refrain,
Echoes through the halls of the forlorn, to show.

The path that leads to an everlasting reign,
Where God's love and light forever intertwine.
Their spirits free, no more in vain
For in their hearts, the eternal joy they find.