Reclining in my easy chair
I drifted off to sleep
When suddenly my youngest boy
just bounced up on my knee.

"Hey, whatcha doin', Dad?" he asked
with eyes as big as dimes.
"My time is yours, my son," I said
"Is something on your mind?"

"Well, yesterday at Sunday School,"
His little voice began
"The teacher said to try to picture
Heaven if we can.

"And then she said to make a list
That next week we can show
Of all the things there we will see.
So, Daddy, do you know?"

I wrapped my arms around him and he
Felt my warm embrace.
Then leaning back he laid his head
Against my bearded face.

"Now close your eyes, my son," I said,
"Pretending you have wings
And flying high you’ll see a sight
Beyond your wildest dreams.

"Imagine first a bluer sky
Than eyes have ever seen
And light not from a golden sun
But glory of the King

"Then listen for the music heard
From angels all around
And run your toes through cotton soft
White clouds along the ground

"My grandma and my grandpa's there
Whom you have yet to meet.
Surrounding them are faces filled
With smiles from cheek to cheek.

"They live within a city lined with
Streets of solid gold
In mansion after mansion
Like the stories you've been told.

"A river filled with living water
Flows through Paradise
With just a sip your soul will be
Forever satisfied.

"Just think about the greatest day
on earth you’ve ever had
Then multiply a million times
And that’s the fun you’ll have."

My son then turned and squeezed my neck
And asked, "Can we go now?"
I smiled and said, "We have no wings.
We'll have to wait somehow."

He then slid down and spread his arms
As if to fly away
And shouted out, "I love you, Dad!
Today's my greatest day!"

Then rising up I watched him whirl
And spin into his room.
I shouted back, "I love you, son!
It’s been my greatest, too!"