In Heaven, we’ll always be welcome,
Rejection will no more be found,
And people will genuinely want,
To include us in their crowd.
In Heaven, people will love each other,
Out of a pure and undefiled heart.
In Heaven, one will never get passed over
Because so-called social class sets them apart.
In Heaven, you’ll enter any group,
And feel welcomed, secure, and loved,
No disinterested glances from others,
And no one will have anything to prove.
In Heaven, our gifts won’t be stifled,
They will flow freely for Him,
And we’ll never again be passed over,
And our light’s shall never be dimmed.
In Heaven, skin color will be a thing of beauty,
No matter which color you are.
We’ll think about the hate that we lived with,
And we’ll wonder what all of the fighting was for.
In Heaven, I will witness creation
The way God intended it to be,
And all of the animals I’ve lost,
Will dwell forever, in Heaven, with me.
I will know my friends and my family,
In a perfect state without trials or pain,
And all of my doubts and confusion,
Will gloriously not haunt me, again.
Ne’er anymore fear or uncertainty,
Nor crying or dreading the day,
Not anger or indecision,
For these things shall all pass away.
Catherine m howell 3 2009
a place I long to be…