A Glimpse of Heaven

I look to the graves Death is all around me The second we’re born We move closer to death When the sun sets This moon is awakened Yet we live our lives Focused on ourselves We work to pay the bills While greed slithers in Starting with the best intentions Ending with no confessions Too tired for joy Too busy for love Always searching for another step Ignoring the ones in need What if we lived life Thinking of the end Would we think of the precious times Would we slow down our lives Smile at the homeless man Hold out a helping hand Because death is certain If you like it or not As you lay down to die Will you think of work Another bill to pay Or will you think of God And Jesus giving you His life I pray that we all will see A glimpse of Heaven So we never have to Go through Hell