A Senior Paradise Poem by John Leroy Maxwell

Set high on a mountain top, overlooking God's idyllic pastoral creations
The beautiful mountains surround it on all sides
They tell me, at times, you can almost see God
This I firmly believe
For it is truly paradise, here on earth
When the wind blows, although cold in the winter, but warm in the
summer, you have just but to listen, and you can hear a Choir of Angels
Magnificent, so it is, in all of it's splendor
There is a look of peace and contentment, love and compassion
A serenity of body and soul, on every face, I had the chance to view
It was with deep humility and thanksgiving, that as I walked and talked
with as many as I had time
There should be many, many more havens such as this
So that all humanity, present and future, shall not be lost
But saved throughout all Eternity