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A Church Dedicated To The Worship Of And Service To Our Lord Christ Jesus |
Heaven's Store
A Poem Written By Lowell Harrelson To Glorify Our Lord God And Christ Jesus
In my dream I was shopping in a giant shopping mall,
When my eyes first encountered a little sign upon the wall.
"Enter here" the sign proclaimed, hanging gently on the door,
"Once inside you'll discover all the joys of Heaven's Store".
Softly then I moved forward, thinking what, I am not sure,
But once inside I was greeted by a feeling clean and pure.
Sweet, low music permeated every comer of the place,
While Angels tended all the "shoppers" with heavenly smiles upon their face.
| "Take this basket", said the Angel, as I pondered what |
| to do, |
| "The only thing you must remember is all you take must |
| be for you". |
| Moving slowly down the aisle another Angel came in view, |
| Standing by a sign that read, "A pound of patience just |
| for you." |
| With a pound of patience in my basket I moved further |
| to explore, |
| What other gifts might yet await me on my first trip |
| to Heaven's Store. |
| "Take this bag of strength and courage", said the angel |
| I next met, |
| "This will last you forever, take it daily, don't forget". |
| I moved along, now more excited, on my heavenly |
| shopping spree, |
| Filling my basket with heaven's treasures, knowing they |
| are all for me. |
| Five pounds of love and much compassion filled my |
| basket to the top, |
| But eagerly I pressed forward shopping like I'd never stop. |
| A little dab of perseverance and faith enough |
| to last for life, |
| A bag of hope, tucked under arm, to assure my |
| passage through all strife. |
| At last I reached the check-out counter, with everything |
| I'd ever need, |
| Where another Angel quickly tallied all my cost |
| with lightning speed. |
| The total cost was overwhelming and to the Angel |
| I explained, |
| I am but a lowly worker, not a penny to my name. |
| "Have no fear", the Angel whispered, "in this store |
| you're never lost", |
| "Your bill was paid by your Father as he hung |
| upon a cross". |
