What does heaven look like through the eyes of a child?
Is it big or small?
Do they see the streets of gold?
Do they imagine talking to Jesus,
or their grandpa waiting at the gates,
ready to wrap them in his love?
Do they see mansions filled with millions of toys?
Do they dream about endless ice cream and sweets?
Do they wonder if the angels will sing?
The faith of a mustard seed is beautiful,
but the faith of a child is something altogether different.
They haven't been told it's not possible.
They haven't been told it's not real.
How sweet it is for a child
to believe in a God who is real.
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Author:
A.N. (
Offline) - Published: July 19th, 2026 15:38
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Comments2
A sweet and cute write of the innocent view of a child. Well done
Thank you!
You are most welcome
well written
Thank you!
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