Understanding Heaven

I don’t understand heaven at all.

I have never been there.

I’m sure I could give you all sorts of answers from books
and tell with sophisticated terms of art what is and isn’t described
in one particular book.

But I have never been there
and don’t know that it stays the same
and couldn’t tell you much at all
of all the beasts both wild and tame.

And people with their anger shout
And cry and scream and shake their fists
And claim that it could never be
And rail against the thought of lists.

And so the world continues on
spinning with no heart to feel.

Are there streets so paved with gold?
Are there gates beset with pearls?
Do the agèd not grow old?
I could not tell you, not at all.

For I have never been.

And this is how I understand heaven:

If God sends me to hell forever
I will bend my knee and praise Him still.

Heaven and Earth

Up above with lighted clouds
That float with angels in golden skies
We place our dreams that were too loud
And find a box to hide our whys.

Daring darlings that we are
Tempted children from holy God
We separate the earth and sky
And change our praises and our laud.

We leave the best things said above
While we search and cry below
And the God who made us rolls his eyes
To see the way we choose to go.

Some of us do not believe
That spirits are a very thing
And others choose to wait their life
For treasures found on angel’s wing.

Wrestling back and forth we break
And often lose such precious things
But looking now at church’s tower
We hope and wait, the bell to ring.

On Heaven

They tell me that the streets are gold
But I don’t care I don’t care
I just want to see Jesus there.

They tell me that the gates have pearls
But I don’t care I just don’t care
I just want to see Jesus there.

They tell me that the city gleams
But I don’t care I don’t care
I just want to see my Jesus there.

They tell me that your friends are there
But I don’t know and I don’t care
I just want to see my Jesus there.

They tell me that the angels sing
But I don’t care I just don’t care
I want to see my Jesus there.

They tell me that the Father speaks
And I am filled with shaking fear
Please my God let me see this thing:

Please let me see my Jesus here.