
19/09/2025
Fridayfootprints - Friday 19th September 2025
If I make it to heaven, will there be flowers?
A forest with a sunlit glade,
A bubbling stream
And a deep blue lake
Will there be birdsong
And an eagle’s cry
A fog duet
And a hound to howl at the moon?
Will there be vistas
That fill the horizon,
Landscapes that fill the soul?
Will I be able to dance
Through floral fields
Holding hands with angels on wings?
Heaven is His creation,
A home where I can dwell
A place that is here inside me
His presence I know so well
So let my heaven be filled By His Spirit
That He may be in me
Just as heaven is a destiny
Where in Him I would be.