This poem is a tribute to my Mom, who died October 13th after a long illness. She kept this poem in her bible for many years. It was written by Catherine Dongell.
Heaven, the home of mansions fair,
Here are some things that will not be there.
No sins can enter the portals fair,
The vile and unclean shall not be there:
No sickness, no death, suffering and pain,
No devil, no demons can entrance gain;
No darkness, no night, woe or despair,
No cares or heavy burdens to bear:
No disappointment in that fair land,
No tears or sighs on the Golden Strand;
No fear or evil our Peace to annoy,
No heartache or grief, no not a trace,
Will ever be found in that Holy place;
Yea, fairer than mortals here have known.
Are the things God hath prepared for His own!
Heaven, the place so wonderously fair,
Here are some things that will be there;
God's throne where the glorified prostrate fall,
Jesus the Saviour, fairest of all!
Saints of all ages, lovers of God,
All who have been washed in the Blood;
Loved ones and friends dear to the heart,
Will meet in that Land nevermore to part;
Children of all kinds will be seen,
Joyful and happy on swards of green;
Amid the flowers that never fade,
Gorgeous colors of every shade;
The River of Life and streets of gold,
Oh, the beauties of Heaven can never be told:
Such music and singing on earth is not heard,
Nor can be described by pen or word;
The Tree of Life, with trees blooming fair.
All manner of fruit will be found there;
Perfect love and perfect rest,
Companionship with all the blessed;
Perfect peace, freedom from strife,
Everlasting joy, Eternal life!
Yea, more than mortals here have known,
Are the things God hath prepared for His own!
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