Sometimes I wonder and look up to the blue sky and wonder how heaven looks like. I turn around and look back to the green pastures all over and Imagine how heaven might look like. There's a picture in my mind, I see it in my dream but my anxiety is not finished yet. I still want to see it by my own eyes and maybe then I might keep that picture in my mind and remember it everytime I wanna sin and ask myself why do I have to miss this all fortune. Heaven is said everywhere that it's the place, I want to go there too and be among the members enjoying the delicacies set to be served and own the room Jesus went to build for me.