There is a place where man and spirit dwell,
An abode fit for a king in all his glory
Where servant and master fuse into one.

There is no pain, no suffering, no evil
Doomed is even the thought of evil.
No negative may dwell in the mind
For it has been crushed with you in sight.

Where oh where may this utopia be?
It is in plain sight, reserved for you and me.
OH, you might say: to wretched are my ways.
But remember crushed with you in sight, in this plight, He has succeeded to offer what, not might, but is the greatest gift of all
A gift already given, just waiting to be received.

Again you say: where oh where may this utopia be?

It is received from the man who was hung, died and rose again for you on a tree.

So there is the gift in its true depth,
This utopia I speak of comes in at second best.