What Is Heaven Like?
“What is heaven like?”
The little boy said.
“Are there rainbows
And moonbeams and little toy sleds?
I would take my sled
And play among the stars.
Pretend they are
Mercury, Venus or Mars”.
“What is heaven like?”
The little boy said.
“Do you walk or fly
Or ever go to bed?”
“Ah, my little man,
From what we can tell,
We’ll do a lot of singing
And praising God as well.
Can’t you see us going
Down the streets of gold?
Flying and singing
As the way we go.
There will be no sorrows
Or tears up there.
No scratches or hurts
Like there are down here.”
“What is Heaven like?”
The little boy said.
“Will we be alive
Or lay as still as dead?
Will I see my mommy
And Daddy then?
What about my Granddad
And Uncle Jim?”
“You know we will be different
As we can be.
God has used the spirit
Instead of flesh, you see.
I can only think
We’ll know each other then.
What joy of singing with you
In the chorus band.
Pearly gates will glisten
In the city foursquare.
If to God you listen,
You’ll see them there.”
“What is Heaven like?”
The little boy said.
“Please don’t cost a lot
To enter he plead.”
“We have but to follow
The words he spake
For to freely enter
Through the Pearly gates.
So my little guy,
So often you’ve asked,
“What is Heaven like?
Will we all be passed?”
“You follow the teachings
Of God today
And a home in Heaven
Is yours one day.”
Dec. 29, 1974