It’s a test of true love, our life on this planet
It lasts just a minute, but that’s how He planned it
Don’t think this is it, there’s way more in store
Something better awaits for those who adore
When it all appears over and the body is dead
Take comfort in knowing the soul rejoices instead
Our final exhale, last fall of the chest
Leads to reaping rewards on passing the test
Below we are buried, but above we will rise
To heaven we are taken where our Father resides
What is Heaven you ask, with great contemplation
It is God’s place of dwelling, our final destination
It’s absent of evil with no sadness or tears
A place without anger, chaos or fears
The sight of perfection, sweet smells and warm air
Deluged with great love and joyous affair
A place to be marveled, streets lined in gold
With God as our ruler, so gracious and bold
The problem there is, to rest in this place
We must become pure by accepting God’s grace
Our sins separate us and lack sacrifice
So to earth He has come to pay the great price
The truth that is told you must place in you’re heart
Then spread the great word for soon we all part
A sweet reminder as we celebrate the birth of our Savior, Jesus!
Jesus is the reason for the season : )
Another great poem, Taci. A terrific evangelistic poem. Grandpa Nicholas would be extremely proud of this one. And so am I!
Uncle David