A Poem

What strikes me about heaven is out of this world,
Not of the beautiful decor
Or flashing lights,
Nor of the beautiful scenes
Of sunsets before nights.
It's not the amazing choir of angels i see
Nor the beautiful rivers that had amazed me.
Up in heaven, what I saw
Was the shocking presence of people that i did know.
There were the two bulllies that stole my lunch, so to say
And the next door neighbour who never had anything nice to say
There was my enemy, who just saw things his way
And of course my adversary who did bad, as he may.
But I saw a trait in them all,
So quiet, so cold
The joy of being in heaven isn't enough for you all?
So I asked Jesus, who was standing beside me the whole time,
"Why are they so sombre and cold?"
"So quiet and just gazing through it all?"
And He replied,
"Hush my child,"
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They're still shocked to know that you're here



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