Taste Of Heaven - Poem by Patricia Kelley
When I think about Heaven, I think about the tallest mountain that I can reach.
I think about the biggest star that I can search.
I think about a white horse with wings.
I'm holding on tight riding through eternity's magical fiery rings.
Pegasus has been waiting just for me.
I think about musical angels that sing.
I think of death with no sting.
I think about all my loved ones that have passed.
I think about all of those that I will see at last
I think about galaxies that I'll be able to lass.
I think about no more worries about tomorrow.
I think about no more feelings of sorrow.
I think about no more aches and pain.
I'll just let it rain.
And lick every drop that falls from Heaven that I can reach.
Ride Pegasus, ride!
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