A Heaven to Make - Part One

When my life from earth takes flight,
And I seek out eternal light.
May Him...who is the judge of souls,
Point my way to yonder goals.

Knowing well...the things above,
Are some of those I truly love.
That kindred dear...in heaven's file,
Will welcome me with a joyful smile.

While friends await and round me stand,
I want them so to clasp my hand.
Let me behold where babes abide,
Each nestled close to mother's side.

Let there be joy...instead of pain,
And music soft...in sweetest strain.
May there be dawns and sun-set bars,
A yellow moon and evening stars.

Let there be towering peaks ahead,
Where vallied streams are ever fed.
Where water falls in foamy spray.
Make cataracts along the way.

May there be skies, all shaded blue,
With fleecy clouds a-sailing through.
And breezes there before the showers,
Refreshing meadows bright with flowers.

Let there be perfume in the air,
And birds a-chirping every where.
May sunshine dry each morning's dew,
And magnify...the rose's hue.

Out there...O God...let there be cliffs,
A hawk aloft...a new laid skiff.
For rabbit-tracks to circle round,
A mirrored lake, on yonder ground.

T'is here...O God...I sort of pause,
Too much perhaps...it's just because.
Such simple things I hate to leave,
To have them not...will make me grieve.

So God...to you I do appeal,
And within my heart I some how feel.
My earthly loves...will needed be,
To make a heaven...there for me.


E.P. 1908 - 1989


"Mighty its creations...no perfectness to miss, eternal works to vision...in realms of heavenly bliss." E.P.