Heaven (A poem for Aunt Bernice)

I've often dreamed of heaven
Those gates so pearly white
The streets of gold, treasures untold
It must be a beautiful sight

I've often dreamed of heaven
Of God's great heavenly choir
Where pain and sadness are no more
And no more tears are cried

I've often dreamed of heaven
The angels flying there
Where loved ones all are waiting
The ones we still hold so near

I often dream of heaven now,
Up in the skies so blue and vast
For heaven became more beautiful
When God called you home at last

When the pain is too much to handle
I know just what I'll do
I will dream of heaven,
Because then I'll dream of you