The chevrons are locked; it's into the Gate we go
We're sucked through the wormhole, to far places we flow
We sit in our chairs and dream wonderful things
Of parallel universes and vibrating strings
Perhaps we'll find a way never to grow old
Or maybe we'll find a cure for the common cold.
Our minds are filled with such a number of things
But we never can tell what the future may brings
But there is one thing I know for sure and certain
That some day I'll walk behind the curtain.
The face of the One I will see won't be the wiz
But the face of Jesus who knows all my biz
I hope, as in my dream, that He will be smiling
Because I know there will be no beguiling.
But what 'ere the case, in His Grace I'll trust
To clean me up proper and rid me of rust.
For some day it's through the Stargate I'll go
Not by the wormhole, but to Heaven to grow.
