Lord Find a Place

(For Luciano Pavarotti: R.I.P.)

Lord find a place
For me in your heart
My bags I have packed
And soon I shall start
I thank you with kindness
For a great life on earth
But comes up one's hour
The trouble isn’t mirth.

Lord in your many mansions
Please save for me space
And order the lovely angels
To sing, but not apace
And if it be fitting
And each of them agrees
I’ll put at their disposal
My best notes and best keys.