Treasure Island

Didith Marcelo

(January 1,1989 / Phillippines)

Heaven


Heaven is my eternal home.
Heaven is my final destination.
After I finish having my under trial here on earth,
I will go home to heaven.

There in heaven I belong.
There in heaven righteous people rejoice.
There in heaven you'll see the real, eternal treasure.
There in heaven you'll see the throne that sparkling because of God's Glory.
And all angels and people who belong in heaven will praise and proclaim God's Glory that springs everywhere.
In heaven there will be unending worship.

Submitted: Wednesday, April 24, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, September 25, 2013

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A servant of God who's certain bout heaven and where she belongs.

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