The World As Best As I Remember It

When I get to Heaven, I want to gather a group of saints and sit around and sing Rich Mullins songs until our hearts explode.

Actually, I'd like to do that on earth.

I do that by myself nearly every day, but I wonder what it'd sound like with all those voices and hearts mingling together in praise and passion.

So the moral of the story is...study up on your Rich now, ya'll, so we can jam out with Jesus later, ok?

Another hour deeper in the night, another mile down the road...we could be closer than you know. 

"And oh, I hear the voice of a million dreams
Then I wake in the world that I'm partly made of
And the world that is partly my homemaking
And oh, I hear the song of a heart set free
That will not be kept down
By the fury and sound
Of a world that is wasting away"