Way up high above the sky

• J.q. Austin, Grade 5
• Poetry
• 2004

Way up high above the sky
There is a place where you never cry
To get to this place
You must receive His grace
The gates to this place are very old
I've been told there are streets of gold
Once you die,
Your soul will one day fly
To the gates
Where your heavenly Father awaits
No greater joy there could be
Than to spend eternity with His Majesty