Sometimes when working in my garden, I look up to see,
Heaven, in all its grandeur; I wonder how it will be.
I know the one that hung on a cross for me; is there
I know I can bow my head and talk to Him in Prayer.

Our Father, God is there making room for all who come.
Come to the Father, through His wondrous, saving Son.
I want to see how the stars and the moon is hung
I want to walk with my Savior; watch Him raise the sun.

I would like to learn if the stars shine there as beautifully
As do they here when looking out my window through a pine tree.
Do the Angels live together, or have their own room?
I know Heaven will welcome us, as the world has doom.

May we eat supper with Jesus and with our Father too?
Can we even imagine all the glory in all the things we will do?
Do you think we can help toss the snow down in the winter?
We’ll have a happy gathering time, with Jesus, in the center.

Do you ever wonder how divine the joy shall be up there?
Might we all be together, when we praise our Lord in prayer?
I know the angels adore Him. He deserves every word of praise.
Will we see earth, when in Heaven we spend our days?

Copyright © Pearlie Duncan Walker
June 22, 2007

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