I was trying to take a midday nap when my inquisitive grandson said, “How high is Heaven Papa? I know it is up there far above my head.
Is it up there in the cloud? Does it shine just like a star?
Is it way beyond the moon? Is it really quite that far?”
What is it I could tell him? All I know is in the Book.
About streets of gold and trees of life, but I’ve never had a look.
I know that Grandma’s resting there in the arms of God.
I know she’s up there somewhere where only angels trod.
But how do I explain it to a bright eyed five-year-old?
That Heaven is even higher than we are able to behold.
Heaven is very, very far above, But close enough that we can feel the comfort of His love.
- Frank Watson












