How I Got To Heaven

One beautiful sunny and clear day,
I took a walk out in the clear sky and bright sun,
I prayed I walked, God are you there I pray.
Heard a voice say, what you ask will be done.
I fell to my knees, asking lord oh Lord forgive me,
In my heart is what I've always needed from you,
Feeling weary, I lay against a big old oak tree.
I look up into the sky, lord oh lord what do I do.
I dosed off, when awoke I looked are thinking what is this place,
Standing at a golden gate not much else around,
Thinking am I dreaming, don't think it's the case.
Looking down, my feet not on the ground.
The brightness and the clouds making my way,
A voice said" don't be afraid, be calm,
The voice said one again" come this is the day.
Take my hand child,  I put my hand into his palm.
I asked" Lord is this a dream"?
He said" no my child, with me you shall be,
So don't be afraid, this is real as it may seem.
Reaching out his hand, take a walk with me.
The streets were so so bright, looked like gold,
I seen people walking around so far away,
They were young and some was old.
Standing at the golden gate, they say "our day.
I asked "is this heaven in the sky?"
One lady said to me"you are here in heaven",
I thought to myself, how and why.
One little boy said" I came here at age seven.
I wish I knew how I got here, I really don't know,
I heard a voice say"I forgive you of all sin",
As you passed your soul came to me so.
Going to heaven I always knew I would win.
In heaven, is where i needed to go.
He walked with me, holding my hand,
Saying you believed in me and lived praising me,
Replying" yes I did, with you I will always stand".
I awoke, looked around and said"what a dream,
I looked up to the sky and said" Lord I know what you mean.

To all that's not got God in their lives!!!

For God is how all should live,
All needs to live for god, then they shall see,
Ask to forgive of all sin, Lord our Lord will forgive.
Heaven is the most beautiful place to be.
Living for God one can always afford,
In heaven one lives with no sadness or sorrow,
Sooner or later one shall be with our Lord.
Praise and live for him each and every day because you can always be gone tomorrow.