Heaven's Gate

Sometimes I think of heaven’s gate,

How grand that sight must be.
I picture all the finest gates
That I have lived to see
And that is how Heaven’s own gates
Have been described to me.
 
But I prefer to see them as
A cheery garden gate,
With blossoms brighter than the dawn
That seasons can’t abate.
I see them, warm and welcoming,
Not looming fierce and great.
 
But there is nothing on this earth,
That man can know or see,
That is as perfect, in its place,
As Heaven’s meant to be.
So I will wait excitedly
For what Heaven shows me.
 
1 Corinthians 2:9
 “What no eye has seen, what no ear has heard, and what no human mind has conceived”— the things God has prepared for those who love him