Heaven

To finally meet the King of Fathers. To look upon his face, and know the one who stood beside us, through strife and hardships grueling race. A chance to meet the Son of God, who laid his life upon the cross and asked forgiveness for our sins. To touch his long, flowing robe, knowing life will now begin. Where soft, warm winds blow, over quiet blissful gardens filled with scents of aromatic kindness and shadows of silhouette dancers. Watch the angels whisper by, singing Songs of harmony ore the sky playing harps and flutes so dear. A place to bask in all it’s pleasure, Gifts of glorious, heavenly treasures. The paradise we’ve longed for. A meeting place of those gone before us. Now our chance to carry on, in deep thoughts of communication, singing sweet spiritual song. Alas to realize, no more worries, nor bills to pay, nor rent, nor mortgage nor unpleasantries on any given day. Away from the darkness to the light, to glorious everlasting life. HEAVEN Written: Sept.02/06