Each person must have faith in something, if not faith then at least a dream. For then you always have a place to go when all may end of this worlds woes. Thank You For Reading My Poem.
Most Truly Yours
Brian Roberts
Softly Touching, Ever Rustling, Showing Clear Their Golden Hues!
Always Shining, Somewhat Blinding, Made With Beauty In God's Name!
Tender Mercies, Ample Harps Play, as The Touch Of Grace Proclaimed!
Handsome Traces, Pretty Faces, All For Loving Souls Not Vain!
So You See In Heaven's Glories That All Loveliness Is Pure!
Bringing Forth Such Gentle Spirits That You've Thought You'd Seen Before!
So Now You Know How Soft Is Velvet, How Sweet The Echos Born From Heaven's Door!
A Place Of History, The Land Of Mystery, Floating Peacefully On Clouds So Assured!
No Fear Of Passing To Glory's Lastings, Where I'll Be Happy Forever More!
Those Truths So Casting, That They Be Casting, A Play So Fun As Never Before!
So Never Fear That Ends Comes Near, In Heaven's Place There Is Such Grace! Where God Has Made The Greatest Home, For Each Of Us To Be Embraced!