children singing

In heaven will we all be children singing,

unable to contain our joy or keep from dancing?

Will we gather around the throne of Jesus,

the little lost lambs He carried home with great rejoicing?

Will He welcome us in His arms

and look with love on His creation?

Will He answer our silly questions

with fatherly patience?

Will we miss the womb we came from

and the comforts of human love?

Will we remember them when eclipsed

by the far greater joys that await us?

Joys impossible to imagine,

like dazzling colors we've never seen-

Will we join into a painting,

a palette completely untouched by pain?

Each tear wiped tenderly away,

all thorns from flesh removed.

Will perfect love cast out all fear,

and every storm subdue?

Then on this stormy earth, shall we not bow

and trust the Artist's brush?

Weak and wounded sinners,

bent and broken by the curse?

As we groaning, wait and long

for Christ to come back for His bride,

we surround ourselves with children

to stay close to Jesus' side.