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By
Anita Allenby
Since childhood I've heard about heaven
With it's mansions and streets paved with gold
And God on His throne in the center
His radiance and wonders untold
This city in all of its glory
Will be perfect and beyond compare
So how can you stand there and tell me
There aren't any animals there?
For how could anything really be perfect
With no song of a bird in the air
No soft little kittens, no bunnies, no dogs
That heaven would surely seem bare.
Just think of the animals large and small
That have somehow affected our days
The joys and tears that they have caused
In so many, many ways.
I just can't believe that God took the time
To create all these precious hearts
Just to cast them aside like useless toys
When their heavenly should just start.
No, the heaven I picture is full and complete
And I know God would never leave out
The ones that we've held so dear to our hearts
For love is what heaven is about.
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