'Tis not the golden streets,
'Tis not the pearly gates,
'Tis not the prfect rest
For weary hearts that wait.
'Tis not that we shall find
The joy earth has not given,
For which our souls have longed.
       That makes it Heaven.

But 'tis because we know
Our Saviour King is there
With all our loved and lost
In that blest land and fair;
That when to each of us
A place prepared is given,
His face and theirs we'll see.
       That makes it Heaven.

    - Annie Flint Johnson
    March, 1994 "The Gospel Standard"