A Place

There is a place,
With high and stately portals.
That separates the minds of men,
For men on earth are mortals.

And heaven too...is close around,
T'is a place...not seen.
For the breaking of the air,
Is very thin...between.

It is a state...
That does away with breath.
And when we step beyond a bound,
We call it death.

A veil...so softly stretched,
That it blots our vision out.
For it is...by faith we live,
And lays aside each vengeful doubt.

We know there is a place...somewhere,
Where glory will be shown.
And glorious will be the blessed man,
Who looks upon God's throne.


E.P. 1908 - 1989