best friend's wonderfull Aunt goes to heaven:)

Heaven's Beauty

by Ann Moncrief

Have you ever tried to imagine the beauty you'd behold,
If ever you had the pleasure of walking Heaven's streets of pure gold?

We've heard preachers preach it; our parents talked it too,
You only have this pleasure by being born anew.

I sometimes sit and think of the wondrous things there'll be,
The only way to know for sure is take the trip and see.

There must be lovely angels with flowing gowns of white,
And above their heads a halo shining oh so bright.

There'll surely be no sadness among the people there,
Because in this beautiful place, no one has a care.

I can see Jesus standing with his arms opened wide,
It's his way of saying, "Come stand by my side."

The music that I'm hearing has the prettiest sound and tone,
It's played on harps of gold by Jesus' very own.

I don't mean to rush the journey; I'm not quite ready to go,
But when I do reach that city, happy I'll be, I know.

I wrote this poem in 1984. As another person stated, I have to be inspired by something or someone. It seems at times God speaks through me.


happy trails Aunt C welcome home:)