Paradise by Kathryn E.

Far away, beyond the lonely hills of sorrow,

Across the barren plains of strife,

In the middle of the dessert we call life.

There is an oasis of great plenty,

And there are a chosen some who know it well by name.

A few know it as paradise!

A place of great beauty,

Its land is enormous,

Its trees and plants abound!

It has been called wonderful!

Wondrous!

Beautiful!

Paradise!

To good to be true, but it is not, I know.

Do you?

The land I am speaking of is happy as can be,

There is no sorrow, is no strife.

There is only contentment like a fresh spring rain!

All you need to get there is faith in its maker,

And love for its keeper!

Then when you pass through those barren plains and lonely hills...

You will always know your way back home,

To Paradise!