In childhood's days our thoughts of Heaven
Are pearly gates and streets of gold,
And all so very far away;
A place whose portals may unfold
To us, some far-off distant day.
But in the gathering of the years,
When life is in the fading leaf,
With eyes perchance bedimmed by tears,
And hearts oft overwhelmed with grief,
We look beyond the pearly gate,
Beyond the clouds of grief's dark night,
And see a place where loved ones wait,
Where all is blessedness and light.
And over all we see the face
Of Him who'll bring us to our own
Not to a far-off distant place,
For Heaven is, after all, just Home!
--Sue H. McLane
"This WORLD is not my home, I'm just a-passing through.
My treasures are laid up somewhere beyond the blue!
The Angels beckon me, through Heaven's Open door,
And I can’t feel at home in this world anymore!"
--an Old Christian Hymn
THINK:
Of stepping on shore
And finding it Heaven!
Of taking hold of a hand
And finding it God's Hand!
Of breathing a new air
And finding it celestial air!
Of feeling invigorated
And finding it immortality!
Of passing from storm and tempest
To an unbroken calm;
Of waking up and finding
Yourself HOME!
--Robert E. Selle
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invited Jesus Christ into your heart? If the answer
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IM MEMORY OF THOMAS HARDY
September 13, 1943 - December 4, 2002