Echoes of the Higher Road
We were raised on stories older than our names,
Carried through the years like a healing flame.
Culture is a compass when the world falls cold,
Tradition is the whisper of the ones before.
If we listen close, we’ll hear the gentle call—
The path to Heaven starts with loving all.
Grateful for the sunlight, grateful for the rain,
Every breath a blessing we forget to name.
If we learn to honor what we can’t control,
We’ll find the higher road.
So let the love we give be the light we show,
Let respect be the seed that helps the whole world grow.
No more wars, no more taking what we can’t restore—
We’re meant for something more.
Lift your heart, let the kindness lead,
Every act of mercy plants a living seed.
Tradition keeps our spirit on the higher road,
Guiding us back home.
Every face we meet carries sacred ground,
Every soul a story waiting to be found.
We rise as people when we lift each other,
No stranger, no enemy—just another brother.
Heaven’s not a distance we can chase or claim,
It’s found in every choice we make.
If we open our hands, we open our hearts,
And healing begins where compassion starts.
Let gratitude be the prayer we breathe,
And love be the truth we choose to believe.
So let the love we give be the light we show,
Let respect be the seed that helps the whole world grow.
No more wars, no more taking what we can’t restore—
We’re meant for something more.
Lift your heart, let the kindness lead,
Every act of mercy plants a living seed.
Tradition keeps our spirit on the higher road,
Guiding us back home.
Back home…
Where every humble step brings Heaven close.
Back home…
Where love is the language every soul knows.
S.
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