Mar. 19, 2018


Like a Dream
Seems like a dream, but I know that it’s true
For we mere mortals do not have a clue.
‘Tho I can’t tell all the beauty it holds
Heaven is perfect with its street of gold.

The sick afflicted depressed and despaired
Oh weary traveler come go with me there.
‘Tis no disappointment once you are there,
But all who enter shall rest in his care.

I never have heard of a place so sweet
‘Tis so full of wonder—gates, wall and street.
The Father’s compassion is unto all
He offers heaven, please answer the call.

And if I am dreaming, do not awake;
But allow me to dream for my soul’s sake.
© 2016 Walterrean Salley