15 Heaven Poems
Heaven is not a fantasy tale. Heaven is real. Reflect on these
heavenly poems as you think about that glorious place. A
place where there is no more pain, no more tears.
you can't enter into heaven with unforgiven sin and without
true faith in Jesus Christ; these poems reflect this truism.
These inspirational Christian poems are worth reflecting on.
The following Christian poems speak directly about overcoming
sin in your life, and in this world, in order to reach heaven, it is clear that
sin must be eradicated and this only occurs
when one is made righteous through belief in Jesus Christ.
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Poet: Guy Hootman
When families move long miles away
Parents and children yearn
And sometimes do return
To their familiar scenes of yesterday.
Their faithful dog is well content,
Relaxed in calm repose,
If he can be with those
Who him a little love has lent.
So Christian when you're called above
It will not matter where
You will be happy there
To be with God and Christ and friends you love.
Poet: Daniel C. Colesworthy
And his rest shall be glorious. Isa. 11:10
There is a glorious land afar,
Beyond the brightest burning star,
Where peace interminably reigns;
Where soft and balmy breezes blow,
And golden rivers gently flow,
And gladness smiles o'er all the plains.
No groveling thought, no treacherous smile,
No word unkind, no act of guile,
Will e'er disturb the sacred rest:
On every peaceful brow will shine
A living beauty all divine,
And love pervade the sinless breast.
The ills of life, that hover o'er
Our sunniest path, are felt no more;
The cares of earth, a dismal train,
That follow every step we take,
Will there the happy soul forsake,
And not molest her peace again.
At evening, when I sink to rest,
I dream of heaven, the land so blest,
And list to hear the rapturous song.
glorious land! I would I were
In yon pure clime a worshipper,
Amid the bright and sinless throng!
Preparing For Heaven
Poet: Greta Zwaan © 2008
The knob on the door to heaven extends to one side alone,
It's a place of great exaltation with God seated on the throne.
No need for a knob on the inside, it's a home where all long to go,
Where great joys are never ending and praises ring to and fro.
The key that lets one enter cannot be bought with gold,
No funds or jewels or empires; this key will not be sold.
No power, prestige or position, not tittles or honour or fame,
It's the wonderful gift of salvation, purchased with love in Christ's name.
It's the sacrifice humans can't offer, no commitment we make can atone;
For sin has tainted our image, it's Jesus whose holy, alone.
And through God's great act of mercy, forgiving our failures and sin,
Can we pass through that door of salvation,
Through Christ we're allowed to come in.
Be assured there's no other entrance, though many have tried on their own,
The efforts of man are all futile, as Scripture so clearly has shown.
The call to the lost is, "Come hither, earthly belongings are vain,"
Rise to the plea that's extended, it may not be offered again.
Many are those who will falter, leaving their fate to the last,
Forgetting that time's of the essence, the dye to their future is cast.
Show God that you are responding, cast aside all your earthly cares,
Prepare for your journey to heaven where all of Christ's blessings you'll share.
Poet: Greta Zwaan © 2010
I want to be a tool in the hands of the Master,
I want to serve where e'er He desires.
I want to be pliable, ready for action,
Draw others to Him as the Spirit inspires.
I receive blessings, more than abundant,
I have so much to be thankful for;
I want to repay some of God's goodness,
My great Creator whom I adore.
What can I offer? How can I please Him?
What can I bring that will cause Him delight?
He is the owner of all my possessions,
He is the ruler o'er the day and the night.
He has no need of whatever I bring Him,
All of my possessions He already claims.
It's my submission in line with His guidance,
Walking the walk as He constantly trains.
Daily preparing my journey to heaven,
Closely observing the road I must take,
Vigilant, wary, always responding,
Cautiously searching, alert for my sake.
All He desires is my perseverance,
Total submission to what He requests,
Fully subjected to His complete guidance,
My faith will grow strong, I'll be richly blessed.
Oh! If My Weary Soul
by Mary C. Ryan
Oh! if my weary soul this night,
Should quit its mortal frame.
And from this dreary world take flight,
On the fleet wings of time;
To dust my body would return,
They'd say, She sleeps in death;
But ah ! where would my soul he borne
So silently from earth?
Oh! would my soul find rest and peace,
In realms of endless day;
Where all life's woes and storms would cease
Midst joys that ne'er decay?
Or would it sink to that dark shore.
Of pain and misery,
Where hope, bright star, would gleam no more
Through all eternity?
O God! help me to choose the right,
And ever ready be;
So when I see life's darksome night,
'Twill bring no fears for me.
And when my soul is poised to fly
Over the sea of death;
Oh! send bright angels from on high
To bear me from the earth.
Heaven Holds All To Me
Poet: Tillitt S. Teddlie
Earth holds no treasures but perish with using,
However precious they be;
Yet there's a country to which I am going,
Heaven holds all to me.
Out on the hill of that wonderful country,
Happy, contented and free,
Loved ones are waiting and watching my coming,
Heaven holds all to me.
Why should I long for the world and its sorrows,
When in that home o'er the sea,
Millions are singing the wonderful story,
Heaven holds all to me.
by Poet: George Eliot
May I reach
That purest heaven, be to other souls
The cup of strength in some great agony,
Enkindle generous ardour, feed pure love,
Be the sweet presence of a good diffused,
And in diffusion ever more intense!
So shall I join the choir invisible
Whose music is the gladness of the world.
An Appeal To The Blind
Poet: Maria J Dodge
Come, all ye afflicted, and listen to me:
With the eyes of faith every one can see;
To the voice of your conscience your ear shall attend,
And the praise of your heart unto Heaven ascend.
Then keep yourselves gentle, pleasant, and neat,
With a smile on your faces, both cheerful and sweet;
The seeds of His Kingdom are in your hearts sown;
Your eyes shall be opened before His Throne.
Ah, then you shall see His glorious face.
When you stand before the throne of grace;
Your lips shall sing praises, sweet and clear,
And your ears the music of Heaven shall hear.
Poet: James Montgomery
If God hath made this world so fair,
Where sin and death abound,
How beautiful beyond compare
Will paradise be found!
Poet: Edwin Markham
There is a high place in the upper air.
So high that all the jarring sounds of Earth —
All cursing and all crying and all mirth —
Melt to one murmur and one music there.
And so perhaps, high over worm and clod,
There is an unimaginable goal,
Where all the wars and discords of the soul
Make one still music to the heart of God.
Carries Up To Heaven
Poet: Henry Burton
Never a day is given,
But it tones the after years,
And it carries up to heaven
Its sunshine or its tears ;
While the to-morrows stand and wait, —
The silent mutes by the outer gate.
There is no end to the sky,
And the stars are everywhere,
And time is eternity,
And the here is over there;
For the common deeds of the common day
Are ringing bells in the far away.
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