My Idea of Heaven

In my idea of heaven there would be rolling open plain; with rich luxurious grasses kissed by a gentle rain. The perfect campsite every evening with water cool and sweet and a nice soft pair of moccasins to soothe my tired old feet. And sunrise every morning would be so bright and fair; I'd linger over morning coffee just breathing in the air. I'd saddle up my faithful horse and he'd be eager to go. Why, I wouldn't need to reign him 'cause he'd already know. The trail would be familiar for I'd ridden it many times while reading in the Good Book laid out plainly on each line. For once I crossed those far blue mountains I'd finally be coming home; where my Savior waits to greet me beneath God's Great White Throne.