Heaven Poem by lucia Buie

When I was a little girl, there is a place I was told.The streets are made of solid pure Gold.People up there are resting, and at peace, From this planet earth their souls are released, I hope to someday go to this place, Where I can see Jesus face to face.There is no need for the sun I was told, For God presence and His Glory Behold.Don't you want to go to this place? Where you can see Jesus face to face.