Heaven

E. JEWEL ROBINSON

If we would find that gladsome place
Where Love alone is King,
We must from out our hearts efface
Each least unholy thing.

For heaven is not a gilded room
Whose door death's touch unswings
To let in phantoms from the tomb,
To don angelic wings.

But heaven is where sincere desire
Springs forth to aid and bless;
Where unselfed love the heart inspires
To soothe and heal distress.

Yes, heaven is where the "two or three"
Are gathered in His name;
Where eyes once blind look up and see;
Healed are the halt and lame.

In vain we seek some world apart,
Where lies this place of rest;
For heaven unfolds in every heart
Where God is loved the best.

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