DREAMT OF HEAVEN
Last night I dreamt of heaven, a dream so fair,
It would be hard to tell all the love that was there,
You should have heard the birds sing, seen the trees,
Felt the gentle touch of the evening heavenly breeze,
Seen the flowers growing in the gardens everywhere
And the voices of the people like a whispering prayer.
I knew so many people who called me by my name,
It sounded so sweet, it will never sound the same.
The mansions were homes filled with everlasting love,
But, oh, the sound of the music that rang in heaven above.
Although I love life and living, I was sad when I awoke
For gone was the love and beauty, and voices that spoke,
But, oh, the challenge to live to be worthy of that place
I wished I could have saved the memory of my Saviours face.

M Ann Margetson April 2, 2002