HEAVEN

There is a world that I cannot perceive

using only my natural eyes.

And yet it is so real to me;

I shall behold it by and by.

There is a realm often dreamed about

where God’s purpose and angels kiss.

Should greater value rest on earthly things,

I would assuredly be remiss.

There is a chamber allusive to some

yet believers know it by faith.

Pulling my heart on a tender cord,

jubilation in a holy conclave.

There is a city outside of time.

A million steps couldn’t reach it’s shore.

Yet close my eyes to gather sleep,

and I’ll wake up there one morn.

There is a face, my sweet Savior’s face,

drawing my spirit beyond.

His voice, a whispering thunder,

calling, “Arise, my child, come home.”