Poezja

Bright beautiful lights,
Runiting with family and friends,
As we look at all of the wonderful sights,
And the place all the pain and sorrow ends,
Singing, laughing, and loving so free,
Because I have the Lord and Savior next to me,
In this place your never hot nor cold,
And you can walk on the streets of gold,
The Angels welcoming us as we pass them by,
There has never been anything more beautiful seen through these eyes,
This place is called Heaven!!!