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