Heaven tends the door.

It is by joyous joyous heart I say that sorrow won't difine what's mine ,
I've found a garden sweet and pure, and grasp it's holy vine,

I hold what makes the buds all bloom
And all shall come to seed, all tender aspirations and every colours need,

Tend and sow the roses red, and jasper thrills the senses more, for I have found a place envisioned,  and heaven tends the door .