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What if Heaven wasn't all white?
What if it wasn't a big dining table,
with a magnificent feast?

What if Heaven, was personalized.
Instead of what everybody thought it was.
God would take a look at your life,
and he would recreate your happy times.
He would put you in the place that made you
the happiest, with the people who made you
the happiest.

You could eat all the food you want,
and never gain a pound.
You could make love to the person you loved
every night,
and every night would feel like the first time.
You could relive any of your happiest moments,
at the snap of a finger.

For me, I don’t know what to believe.
I believe in God, Jesus, and the Holy Spirit.
But as for Heaven?
It might be a feast…

…or it could be so much more…

This poem is Copyright ยฉ thepizzaguy