Preparing A Place

I hope this is how I feel when He comes for me.

When in darkness He gives me light
I am precious in His sight

Take My hand and follow me
Heaven awaits come and see

Be not afraid for I am near
Listen closely you will hear

I'm making your place I see your face
Obviously tired of life's great race

You'll rest in peace my precious child
Your selfless deeds are in My file

The sins committed when you felt you must
Are now washed clean, in Me you trust

I'll smile so softly when I take your hand
I'm moving you to The Promised Land

Loved ones gone before you, anxiously await
They are planning a glorious entry
For you at Heaven's Gate