A Place Called Heaven
If there was a place where there were
no tears, no sorrows, and no fears-
No pain, no worries, no troubles,
no problems to solve each day.
Only peace and joy through endless years.
A place where no one ever gets sick
and death is unknown. No one gets
old- just eternal youth. No hospitals,
no funeral homes, or graveyards. Only
eternal rejoicing and happiness forever
in that fair land. I would like to go there.
There is such a place of beauty…a splendid sight.
There is no night there, and Jesus is the light.
This place is called Heaven- land of wondrous delight.
Copyright © Betty Harp Butler | Year Posted 2017
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