I Have Friends in High Places

I have friends in high places
As to the holy mount they go
And they have such joy upon their faces
That of what they have I want to know

Why am I not there? I ask
Have I not the faith to believe?
Is it not the holiest task?
Perhaps that's why my soul does grieve

If I help someone who can't go
Because they have small children
Maybe blessings to me might flow
As though dews falling from heaven

Then, when the time is right
And, I've a recommend
I too can be endowed with light
And receive the highest in the end