Expectations

On and over these hills, I have trod Seeking to see the face of God Peering around each bend in the path Only to see the same road I’d passed Where can I find the beauty there must be In Heaven, for all to see? How can I know the majestic views from up there? When all I see is the mundane down here So I sit under a gnarled broken tree My eyes grow heavy as it looks back at me When I open them, I glance to and fro To see a beautiful sunset all aglow I see small creatures moving about I see the mountains with their snow-caps Rising to Heaven without a care Never expecting to be away from here Realizing God has given me Heaven right now I sit back, open my heart, and simply allow