FISHING WITH GOD
When I meet my maker,
and pass through
those pearly gates.
I'm sure I'll be in awe,
at a land so great.
Where vast fields blossom in so many colors,
so pure and grand.
Truly I'll know I've entered,
The promise land.
Clear lakes of blue shining like,
diamonds in the sky.
I'll stare in wonder releasing,
A contented sigh.
Walking with God by my side.
He's known all of my flaws,
I have nothing to hide.
And yet, his love he's continued to shower
me with.
Still in heaven,
he continues to give.
With pleasure I cast my line,
into the deepest depths.
I'm amazed at yet another of,
The promises he's kept.
Within moments,
my line grows taut.
I almost laugh in pleasure,
at the trophy I've caught.
Heaven is one place,
I'll never have to say;
You should have seen the one
that got away.
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