HEAVEN...

 HEAVEN...

I want to run away and hide..

To my castle way up in the sky..

A castle built by angels hands..

For saints, its always been God's plan..

To heaven  where all  believers go..

Through kingdom gates, we enter slow..

Mesmerized by bright and shining light..

Taken aback by each celestial  sight..

Jesus  reaches out His welcoming arms..

Where all who enter feel safe from harm..

My eternal home is there for me..

I close my eyes, it's there I see..

The streets are paved in gold I've read..

 So pure,  like glass, the Bible said..

Every kind of precious jewels,

 inlaid in every single wall ..

 He brightly shines right through them all ..

Not in our wildest imagination or dreams.. 

Can we imagine His heavenly scene..

I pray for friends and foes alike ..

They pray the sinners prayer tonight..

Then dream, as I, of our heavenly home..

As best described in this, my poem..

Revelations 21:10-27

Patsy McNutt Morgan 

06-07-13