A Touch of Heaven

All creation is burdened by sin

And softness is really quite hard

What we feel as gentle and light

Heaven reveals all has been marred.

For in heaven flowers are ethereal

With petals like gossamer wings

Their fragrance is as Holy incense

Drifting upward to God it sings.

The gardens of Earth may have beauty

But in heaven they cannot compare

Whose flowers are as jewels within silver

For the river of life doth flow there.

The streets of heaven are golden

Yet a gold that is crystal clear

And a sinner cannot walk upon them

For no footprint can ever come near.

The saints walk in pastures so green

In each bosom there is a white stone;

And they take their repose in the shade

Of the shadow that's cast by God's throne.

Yes, there is nothing on Earth that is soft

To us things just, seem to be;

But in heaven all things are of Spirit

Sometimes those things I can see.


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