Definitions Of Heaven

I'm convinced that you are twisted
With your definition of Heaven
You call yourself a christian
When all you want's embellishment

I don't want streets of gold
Or walls of precious stone
I think that you're sanctimonious
Your lust for wealth is poison

I hate to judge your vision
But I think you're materialistic
I don't care for revelation

Or the quality Corinthians painted
You seem you're more excited
For the things that money can buy you

I don't want precious stones
Or buildings of transparent gold
I think that you're sanctimonious

Your lust for wealth is poison
You have the wrong accession
Because my definition of Heavеn

Will include my friends and family
In good health for all еternity
Fields of wheat where evil does not endure
With the Lord's light shining through