You may never see another article like this one…from me, or anyone. But
I’m at the age that I can think like this. It’s called “getting real.” I call it a “Letter
From Heaven,” and if God allowed such things, I might write back to you folks. Maybe like a poem I wrote about it, back
in 1998, when I was just a young whippersnapper (whatever that is)…
And so…like David and the rest, My Time has come.
And you’ll be glad to know that John was right…
Heaven is so good, I’m overcome
No shadows here, for Jesus is The Light.
And yes, we do have streets of gold,
But I prefer the hills and rippling streams.
And since there’s time to let it all unfold,
I’ll camp beneath the Tree of Life, and dream.
That Tree has every kind of fruit, you know…
With tastes unlike you’ve ever had on earth,
And if a peddler brought some by your house
I can’t imagine what he’d say they’re worth!
I’m never sick…not even with
That Tree of Life has leaves
that somehow heal.
you look, new things unfold,
The Lord…excuse me, while I kneel.
To you, on earth…is your name here with mine?
In God’s Great Book of Life, John told us of?
The Choice is yours to make, while there’s still time…
For hell and satan…or for Christ’s Great Love.
I’ve read about the streets
of gold and the places Christ has prepared for us (He didn’t say “Mansions,” you know)…and somehow
that old song, “Just give me a place in the corner, of Glory Land” would suit me just fine. But the streets will