Before I was born here on Earth,
I used to dance in Heaven.
The music would drift around me,
As if it were petals of velvet roses.
Music was everywhere,
And all were full of joyfullness.
The great Halls were adorned,
With the softness of gold and silver.
Sometimes I would take long walks,
Under the softly sighing trees.
And I would dance to the music,
Of colorful birds singing.
Now I am here,
Growing old on Earth.
The music is so different,
From the serenity of Heaven.
I've grown weery and sad,
With what life has to offer.
No one sings or plays,
As They did in Heaven.
Too many rules and regulations,
And everywhere you go there is hate.
This world has become,
Such a sad affair of late.
I sometimes wonder if God has forgotten,
Or maybe it's just that He doesn't care.
He has to be terribly saddened,
By such evil goings on.
However I do await joyously,
For my time to come.
I am ready to go,
When God calls my name.
I have been sort of happy,
With the last quarter of my life here.
I can't really complain,
With what I have accomplished.
I know there must be more though,
Because God has not called me yet.
There must be at least,
One more task for me to do.
Whatever God asks of me,
I will try my very best to do.
For I do want to earn,
My return to Heaven.
by Jann Newland
