Path of Eternity

There is a place
For those who dream.
A place only heard of,
And yet unseen.

Where angels trod
On harps of gold,
With feet so light,
With songs untold.

“Rooms above
Are being prepared, my friend.”
Dear Jesus hath told,
Dear Jesus hath said.

In my Father’s house
Are many mansions.
I go before you,
And I was your ransom.

You may not think so,
But I to you give.
I open doors
So that you may live.

Stick figures walking on a golden road; mountains in background

The path is narrow,
It has been told.
Your future now
I do gently mold.

You can’t fully grasp
My plans for you.
I, The Morning Mist,
You, my dew.

I beckon you forward,
Plant hope in your heart.
I knew you in womb,
And have set you apart.

Dream big, my child,
And know that I care.
I fashion you slowly,
To you I am air.

Breathe Me in deeply,
And cast far away,
All of your fears
That alight new each day.

Dream often of Me,
For your future I hold.
My love for you
Will never dull, or wax cold.

The day will come
And I, your prize will be.
As we walk and talk
The path of eternity.

© Kari L. Greenaway

Scripture reference:
John 14:2 In my Father’s house are many mansions: if it were not so, I would have told you. I go to prepare a place for you.

(Teaching Christian Poetry / Christian Poems)

This poem can be found in the book, “He Had You at Belief: A Collection of Christian Poetry”

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