The Population Of Heaven Is Growing Each Day Poem by Patricia Kelley

I know that the population of Heaven is growing each day.

There was another funeral today.

And, I know there was one yesterday.

You would think with all the people dying.

Some people would give up all their lying.

They know that one day death is going to come their way.

I say.

After all, who can escape the Grim Reaper?

Only the Christian will take their last breath and inhale from the Devine Keeper.

Yes, we may taste death for a second, but as soon as we do, Jesus comes to our rescue.

Is that your cue?

Can you say! Halleluiah, Halleluiah, Halleluiah!

Let's pray.

Praise the Lord each day!

Sing a song.

Your day can't go wrong.

When Jesus is number one!

You have already won!

Can you say! Halleluiah, Halleluiah, Halleluiah!