More in Heaven
There is a Haven I really do know Whose streets are made of real gold Having flowers with colours untold With rare hues of reds, blues and yellows So beautiful and exclusively so The scents of them fills the air As their aromas permeates everywhere Awakening your being to eternal bliss Its grass are lush and green So also are all its hills Perpetually glowing in health By streams flowing from the King Its rivers are crystal clear Not polluted by any dirt Its fishes are toxins free Fully organic without defects There are great mountains also here Made of crystals and topaz too Precious gems are found everywhere Beyond what the world can contain All things are precious in this place So unique in every way The source of them all being the King Their perfection is frailty free Upon the mounts dwells the bears With the leopards, the lions and the deer's Its so amazing to see them as friends As they hug and welcome new guests When kids join their company Though human they seem not to care But lions roars to usher them in With tender smiles adorning their faces Saying you are welcome to divinity Your home of perfect peace. ©heavenly_broadcast # Isaiah11:1-10 Footnote- Heaven is NOT a place on the earth, rather from heaven the earth was created. Created by heavens King, that someday you may return to Him. So if you'll believe the King and Heed His call from within, then your life would be transformed and made a gift to your world, cos He'll show you the way to live, far beyond the pains of this life, then an example you would be, to all who are truly in need! And if you're wondering the Name of this King, His Name is Jesus the Christ! PhotoCredits- www.GodsHotspot.com
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