Heaven Poem by Brooke R. VanDegrift

Where do you suppose
Heaven lies?
Where everyone goes
When he or she dies.

In my mind,
Heaven's high above.
So sweet and gentle.
Like a little dove.

When I was young
I did not understand
Why people would go
To this Holy land.

But now I have grown
And learned the ways.
It's a place of joy.
Happiness, and praise.

Some day I'll journey
To this glorious place.
And finally see
My Savior's face.