When I first wrote this, several friends of mine were dying. As they were belivers, I envied them the fact that they would soon be home.

On the Edge of Heaven

How glorious it would be to stand on the edge of Heaven,
To know that a glorious entrance awaits, entrance into
The presence of the King, which is glory enough.

How glorious it would be to stand on the edge of Heaven,
To know that serenity which only those who have residential rights there can know,
Those whose passports read "resident-to-be of glory"

How glorious to know that the last earthly breath will bring you over the edge into heaven,
His, now your, eternal residence.

How glorious!

How painful for those who do not yet find themselves
On the edge of heaven
But see those who are on that edge