Heavenly Dream

I grow weary of this world

with all its pain and troubles.

Everyone chasing after

worldly charms and baubles.

I dream of life in heaven,

peace and joy it will bring.

Of being in God's presence,

hearing angels sing.

Of walking the street of purest gold,

never growing old.

No more dark or night,

for God, He is the light.

For each one He calls His child,

a mansion for a home,

Never more to wander round

never more to roam.

Yes, heavenly it will be

when we reach that golden shore

To know God's very presence,

and worship evermore.

Faith L. Derickson

Copyright 1998