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Paint Me A Picture
This poem was written after the death of my father. A friend of mine played the song "Dancing In The Sky" for me. I then played it repeatedly while crying & eventually when I couldn't cry anymore I wrote this. Been writing poetry for over 20 years & this has to be one of my favorites. Hope you all enjoy it!
Paint me a picture of what heaven looks like.
Are there fields of daffodils that run miles long?
Are there butterflies dancing throughout the morning sky?
Are the colors of a rainbow vibrant and bright?
I imagine heaven being all the beauty of the world rolled up in one place.
I imagine you singing and laughing with God himself.
I imagine all of our loved ones gathered together.
Paint me a picture of what heaven looks like.
Are there sunsets that light up the sky?
Are there birds that sing the loveliest songs?
Are there waves that carress the seashore?
I imagine heaven is a better place because you're there.
I imagine heaven being lit up bright by your smiling face.
I imagine no time in heaven and being lost in every moment.
So please paint me a picture of what heaven looks like.
And send it to me in a dream.
For it may be the very last gift I get from you,
Because tomorrow is never promised!
Paint me a picture of what heaven looks like.
Are there fields of daffodils that run miles long?
Are there butterflies dancing throughout the morning sky?
Are the colors of a rainbow vibrant and bright?
I imagine heaven being all the beauty of the world rolled up in one place.
I imagine you singing and laughing with God himself.
I imagine all of our loved ones gathered together.
Paint me a picture of what heaven looks like.
Are there sunsets that light up the sky?
Are there birds that sing the loveliest songs?
Are there waves that carress the seashore?
I imagine heaven is a better place because you're there.
I imagine heaven being lit up bright by your smiling face.
I imagine no time in heaven and being lost in every moment.
So please paint me a picture of what heaven looks like.
And send it to me in a dream.
For it may be the very last gift I get from you,
Because tomorrow is never promised!
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