Mary E. Rogers

ONE LAST REQUEST

The Trout Stream: May 7, 2005Today I walked on mountain paths
And smelled the air so pure and clean
And listened to all nature sing
And thought about my hopes and dreams

The brook… the birds… the rustling leaves
In humble silence I quietly prayed
While nature held me in its embrace
I hoped that Heaven would be this way

I don’t need fancy dwellings
Material things aren’t important to me
I’d rather make lasting memories
And hope my love my children see

I began to think of Heaven
Of its mansions and streets of gold
I thought of that beautiful city
Where nobody ever grows old

Then I wondered if that’s really Heaven
Or could it be different than I was taught
Maybe Heaven is that special place on Earth
Or the unfulfilled dream I have sought

I said Lord I don’t think I’d like a mansion
I don’t need jasper or gold
I don’t think I’d like that crowded city
I don’t even mind getting’ old

If you could just give me a mountain
With a little log cabin all my own
Surrounded by all of my children
Just a place where we can be alone

Now Lord, I know I shouldn’t ask for favors
I know your Heavenly city is fine
I’m just a plain hillbilly woman
And I’d rather have a place that’s all mine

Eternity has no ending
So if I may make this one last request
Just give me a log cabin on the mountain
I promise I’ll feel I’ve been blessed