Poems about Heaven

When He Got Home

The Savior came and called him,
“Come home with me, my son.”
What joy in meeting Jesus
And hearing His “Well done!”

Christ led him through the entrance
To life that never ends
Where he was gladly greeted
By loved ones dear and friends.

A stranger ran to meet him,
“Don’t you remember me?
You told me of the Savior
Who set my spirit free!”

Another came, “You helped me
To spread the gospel’s light
To souls now praising Jesus
With hope and purpose bright.”

More people gathered round him
To thank him for his part
In pointing them toward heaven
And showing them God’s heart.

Perhaps he’s telling stories
Of battles fought and won,
Or at the throne rejoicing
In all the Lord has done.

If he was here, he’d tell us
“You can’t out-give the Lord,
So give Him time and talent
And watch for His reward.”

In loving memory of
Robert Whitehead
Christina Joy Hommes

Revelation 21-22

I saw the holy city
Descend from God at last
A bride adorned with beauty
With walls both grand and vast

Her light was like a jasper
Which sparkles clear and bright
God’s glory was within her
Her only source of light

Within her were the holy
Who dwell with God the Lord
Though once despised and lowly
He gave them great reward

Blest is the one who hearing
Lives now for Christ alone
Prepared at His appearing
To stand before His throne

Christina Joy Hommes

No More Goodbyes

Here in this world of sorrow
We often say goodbye –
It fills our hearts with sadness
And dims our tearful eye.

We part from friends and loved ones
With thankfulness and pain.
We say “Goodbye – God bless you
Until we meet again.”

But in that world of heaven
Where tears are wiped away,
God’s people are together
For life’s eternal day.

There time can’t shorten visits
And death can’t call away,
Pain will not interrupt us
And sin will not betray.

We’ll worship Christ together
And talk about His love –
No more goodbyes await us
In heaven’s home above.

Christina Joy Hommes

Today May Be the Day

Our friends are passing one by one
Through heaven’s open door,
When all their earthly work is done
They reach that golden shore.

We miss them here as on we go
To run our earthly race,
But as we run we’re helped to know
Their witness of God’s grace.

Just think how sweet the day will be
When we can meet once more
Each smiling face again to see
Where gold paves all the floor!

Or think what it would be to meet
With Jesus in the clouds,
To share communion long and sweet
With all the happy crowds!

For as our friends pass on before,
We know our turn will come
When we will enter through the Door
And find sweet heaven’s home.

So run with faith and joy today
Because it won’t be long
Until we meet and hear them say,
Did you stay true and strong?

Christina Joy Hommes