Poems of Lighthouse Bob

Heaven's Glorious Garden #403



Heaven's Glorious Garden

Heaven's glorious garden
where angels come, reside,
and walk upon the footpath
with Jesus at their side
instills a conversation
of which things they like best;
the lush green lawn,
the brook, the fawn,
the love birds building nests …
“Oh, I can't tell,” said one
small angel to His right,
“It's all so Fresh and Wonderful;
the Air! the Warmth! the Light!”
“I understand,” said Jesus,
“... and there's really no need to fret,
cuz, after all, the best, recall,
has not been seen here yet!”



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