Where I Belong

This earth is not,
my permanent home.
I am just passing through.
My future residence,
has streets of Gold,
with gates of pearls too.
I will live in my own mansion,
with everything to my liking.
with new kinds of trees,
I'll live forever,
with no more pain or crying.
There will be a river of life,
That will never get dirty.
I can live there for five hundred years,
and always feel like I'm thirty.
I can only imagine,
what it will look like,
but I know that it will be great.
I'll have a porch,
a balcony, a boat, and a dock,
with the best fishing pole and bait.
This is not an enigma, a dream,
an idea, or a made up place.
but there is only,
one way to get there,
and that is through God's grace.
So until I reach my destination,
where I truly belong,
I'll be passing,
through this earth,
serving and praising God.