
I often dream of a place far beyond the constraints of this worldA place where hurt and sorrow cannot reach a place of extreme beautyGod is the maker and owner and Jesus Christ is the king, a perfect kingI dream of heaven which is the forever sunshine coming after the rainGod’s children that were on the earth find their final resting place thereI asked Jesus to show me this place, but I guess I need to wait patientlyWith a smile he shook his head no, there are more things he wants me to doOne day I will no longer battle my flesh trying to kill what wraps my bonesThe murders of innocent children of all ages will be as a bad memoryMothers will not grieve longing for their children and children's fathersMy heart needs to be projected on...