Seven Hilled City

Where do I start?
Is it fit to write?
The end of world is taught.
Is His will?  Mine or yours?

Flying around in heaven  forever
 In some disembodied states...
That dream, my hobby.

Will I go some place,
Or he will be here?

While the shepherds abode in the fields
The angels announced the good news.
Now Emmanuel, the hope 
The saviour in times of troubles
Though stranger in the land
 Like a traveler, turning aside for the night,
Like someone confused,
A mighty warrior
Who can't help in me.

If The Son is here, The Father 'll be here. 
To raise my body to a new life.

I will be changed.
He will lift my drooping hands 
Strengthen weak knees
Make straight path for feet.

Image of man in heaven
From the man of dust?!
If so,  where O death,  your victory
Or your sting?

The spirit upon me
The words,  he planted in my tongue
Shall not depart.
I will be set from the bondage 
Of decay to the freedom of joy.

Thus the earth will be changed
Heaven will be changed
Why should I enjoy eternity in heaven,
Why shouldn't it be here?.