What is the river that flows through heaven?
Can I step into it now?
Where is the beginning? Where does it end?
Who can tell me right now?
Will it carry me when You call me home?
Will I glide through the streets of gold?
Will the tree of life give me shelter?
Will I really never be old?
So many questions to answer
They won’t matter once I am there
But oh dear Lord do please hurry
I’m ready to shed all my cares.
I am thankful for earthly lessons
But I don’t think I passed all the tests
Though I’m ready, so ready to come to You
For my eternal rest.
Wyn Barratt Aug 2012.