The Unfinished Song

I wrote a song about Heaven,
Telling its wonderful story,
About its glorious beauties
And about it wondrous glory.

I wrote about my dear Savior,
How I'll see Him face to face.
I wrote how I will thank Him
For His great amazing grace.

I wrote about my loved ones
Who are waiting over there,
In that bright beautiful home,
In that Gloryland so fair.

I mentioned the gates of pearl
And the streets of purest gold,
But my song is really unfinished,
For the half has never been told.