The other day, as the sky was turning for the night, it reduced to shades of orange and purple. I could see it changing as I gazed out my living room window. A weird feeling came across my heart, and I bolted outside. I stopped on our little sidewalk that trails up to the front door. Everything was still. As I looked up at the colorful mass, with a foreign yearning in my eyes, I wondered what it would be like if the King[Jesus] was coming right then. A horn tooted a few houses down. I smiled. What would it be like if His horns blew, right then? I stood there paralyzed and breathless. Yearning. Wanting heaven. Then I slowly turned around, and walked back into my house and proceeded to make dinner.
o how i wish heaven would come .