Wouldn't it be Heaven?
When I was a little child, my mother taught me 'bout the world.
That life's an opportunity, that hugs and smiles and love are free.
To love my neighbor, be a friend, and happiness would never end.
As I believed, I looked and found, heaven all around.
But then I grew and soon I knew that mom did not tell everything.
The world is full of fear and pride, and friendships fade and love can sting.
"Watch out for number one," they say, "Live for yourself and for
today."
How did life become this way? I wish the world could hear me say:
I woke up Tuesday morning, and I turned on the news.
I held my breath in horror! I stood frozen in my shoes!
In flames and falling wreckage, I saw proof that hate had won,
And buried in the rubble, my small world came undone.
How could life turn out this way when all the world should see
The beauty of a bird in flight, the perfection of a tree?
How can you view a child’s eyes and not know deep inside
That earth can be like heaven when we put aside our pride?
And wouldn’t it be heaven if the Right would always win?
Wouldn’t it be heaven if Love always conquered sin?
But now it’s all a fairy tale, I fear I’ve grown too jaded
How can I ever now believe the things my mother stated?
That very day, amidst the smoke, arose my world reborn.
When healing hands began to mend the things that hate had torn.
While tears ran down our stricken face, we stood as one, united,
We raised our flags and all the world held candles love ignited.
We learned something we should have seen ten thousand years ago,
That only when we stand as one can we hope to be whole!
The flag we raised should have proclaimed "This world is one people"
Indivisible under God, no matter what the steeple.
Perhaps God lets us suffer to bring us to our knees.
To help us turn our hearts to Him for comfort for our pleas.
To teach us that He's always there, in grief, in joy, in sorrow;
and if we learn to love, we'll see the sun will rise tomorrow.
For long before our sky scrapers came crashing to the ground,
Ten million grieving people cried and we couldn't hear the sound!
We haven't made earth heaven in all these thousand years,
We haven't learned to love and care and dry each others' tears!
We haven't looked into our eyes and struggled to be one.
Through greed and pride we couldn’t see: there's beauty inside everyone.
Why only in suffering can we be of one heart?
And why must our prosperity and peace pull us apart?
And when this day has long been gone, will anything have changed?
I fear that little in our world will ever rearrange.
But wouldn't it be heaven if disaster changes everything?!
And wouldn't it be heaven if our sorrows teach our hearts to sing?!
Wouldn't it be heaven if we never