Osemwegie George

Give Me Heaven, I Wont Be Content.

Give me Heaven,

I wont be content

with her golden streets

and pearly gates

breath taking mansions

and all the joyful saints

Give me Heaven,

I wont be content

with the amazing wall

and her fitly-set stones

of jasper, sapphire, chrysolite and the rest

my eyes shall not more be pleased

than with the c'mon granite which acquit my flesh

on my pilgrim days on earth

Give me Heaven,

I wont be content

with all her celestial bliss

cherubims and seraphims in their glorious wings

and for always eternity the meal

and my crown, heaven's stars adorn.

If that's all there is,

if His throne be void,

or by another preside,

give me Heaven,

I wont be satisfied.

Submitted: Wednesday, July 27, 2011
Edited: Friday, July 29, 2011
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