Many Mansions

I know God has many mansions
I asked Jesus to save one for me
I don’t care if it’s a little shack
If it has a window from which I can see.

It could even be a tent
I really don’t care you see
As long as I see a reserved sign
Reserved just for me.

It doesn’t have to be fully furnished
Just a place to lay my head
Maybe a table where I can eat
And a blanket as a spread.

A place where I can meet with Jesus
And tell him about my love for him
How some things on earth don’t matter
But in my mansion I want to sing His hymns.

I look forward to the time
When I can see His beautiful face
How when I was here on earth
I could feel his wonderful grace.

If my time is short or long
I know my mansion waits for me
Because time will pass
And it will no longer be.

I hope my mansion has a door
Over which I can hang a sign
One that will be printed in bold letters
Jan has been mine a long time.
Job well done!

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About Jan P

I was born and raised and still live in the great state of Oklahoma in the U.S.A. I live in Oklahoma City and have lived her for over 40 years. Came from a small town in eastern Oklahoma. I was raised on a farm as my daddy was a sharecropper. I worked for the Department of Defense for over 30 years. I am now retired and trying to catch up on all the things I didn't get to do when I worked. I have written poetry for many years, but only recently started writing more since I have found a place where others can enjoy reading it as much as I enjoy writing it.

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