When we all get to Heaven

When we all get to Heaven >br>

By Arley Steinhour 091414

When we all get to Heaven, What a wonderful time there will be,
Time to go and visit all the sights we've always wanted to see.
When we all get to heaven, and the hug, and greetings slack,
We'll have all the time we'll ever need to receive the hugging back.

I think that I might climb a tree, a thousand feet, or more,
Up and down to see the view, just like opening an outside door,
I've never floated on a mallow, but a cloud or to will do,
And dance about like Fred Astere, without a hob nailed shoe.

And, every little now and then, I'd sneak up on my Savior,
Reach around and hug him firm, unto expected nature,
I would like to hug those souls, deep in Hell, but only if allowed,
to let them know we miss them, and carry a tiny bit of their shroud.

I don't believe there is anyone, I'd ever hate again,
To even dislike, would be much akin to unforgivable sin,
I'll tromp around and greet with love, grass and even tare,
But even tares have flowers worth the look, when we know their there.

The grass will sing and giggle, Flowers choral like a choir,
To greet us all with tender love, and greetings of desire,
When we all get to Heaven, What a wonderful time there will be,
It'll take some getting used to, having a soul that's totally FREE!.

AMEN