Paradise
In a place that has brought me so much joy
At the counter on a stool next to me at Leroy’s
It may not be heaven, but it feels like a slice
This morning, with him, having coffee
Paradise
We bike to a café, the morning is slow
More time to hear about all he knows
It may not be heaven, but it feels like a slice
This morning, with him, having coffee
Paradise
We walk through the street before the city wakes up
It’s just you and me, lattes in our cups
It may not be heaven, but it feels like a slice
This morning, with him, having coffee
Paradise
The water is still so we pull up a chair
And take our first sip breathing in salty air
It may not be heaven, but it feels like a slice
This morning, with him, having coffee
Paradise
Outside the French doors to the balcony
The roosters begin to make their plea
It may not be heaven, but it feels like a slice
This morning, with him, having coffee
Paradise
On a bench by the docks, just the sailboats and us
Little moments together like this build our trust
It may not be heaven, but it feels like a slice
This morning, with him, having coffee
Paradise
Looking out at the city, while dolphins swim by
Iced cups in our hands, sun high in the sky
It may not be heaven, but it feels like a slice
In the morning, with him, having coffee
Paradise
We are back at home, no need to go far
Paradise is always wherever we are
It may not be heaven, but it feels like a slice
In the morning, with him, having coffee,
Paradise
This morning, I found him spending time with the Lord
By grace God remains the third strand of our cord
It may not be heaven, but it feels like a slice
In the morning, with Him, having coffee
Paradise
