Waiting On Heaven
If I should die upon a day and there soon be forgotten.
I'll soar above to old friends dear and play on clouds of cotton.
Of pixie dust and fairy lands and dreams of come what may
-all childish tales I've left behind for promised crowns to lay.
With lions and lambs and streets of gold and banquets where we feast,
I burst with joy to know someday I'll sit with the King of Peace.
JG
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