Temporary Home

Heaven is a place, where streets are gold-
No one cries, has pain or even grows old.
Up there, you walk with Christ as the Bible states-
There are no imperfections. Just beautiful,pearly gates.

God put us on this earth, for one reason or another-
Only he knows our destiny; unlike any brother!

God has his reasons for everything; beyond our understanding.
Whatever you do in life is all within his planning.
Whether you are married with children, single or alone-
None of that matters to him. You are his own.

We are all here shortly, and then we will leave-
The only ticket to Heaven, though,is you have to believe!
When he calls us; in his kingdom, we will eternally roam-
Don't get too cozy on this earth; it's just our temporary home!

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