The other night I had a dream
So very real that dream did seem
I dreamed that I had passed away
And arose to hear Saint Peter say
“Take my hand, come with me;
There are many things you must see”
He lead me through a valley deep
And up a snow topped mountain steep
When we reached the mountain crest
I felt that I was truly blessed
Saint Peter said to me “Behold”
The awe I felt cannot be told
The gates of Heaven stood open wide
Familier faces I saw inside
As I stood beside the Golden Gate
I saw such love, not any hate
God had touched and made each whole
There was not there one crippled soul
I saw a child who’d had no feet
But now his body was complete
I saw a woman who’d had no child
She held a babe, so meek and mild
I saw a man who spoke no word
Until the voice of God he heard
I saw a young man lost in war
The wounds he suffered were no more
He stood straight and walked so tall
He had answered the Master’s call
There was no pain or suffering there
Of this fact….I was aware
Then Saint Peter said “We’ll go away”
“This is not your time to stay”
Those sights I just cannot forget
I knew it was a dream, and yet
It seemed so very real to me
This bit of Heaven I did see
Pat Priebe