Q - What will heaven be like?

A - Heaven will be more amazing then anything we can imagine.

"And I John saw the holy city, new Jerusalem, coming down from God out of heaven, prepared as a bride adorned for her husband" (Rev. 21:2 ). "The heavens declare the glory of the Lord, the skies proclaim the work of His hands" (Ps. 19:1). Revelation 21:4 says, "And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes; and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain: for the former things are passed away."

Heaven is almost indescribable. It is very hard to imagine having no pain, no fear, no worry, no financial strain, no jealousy, no temptation, or no war. In the moment when the believer is transformed from physical life to eternal life, all of life's burden will melt away. Heaven is uncontainable joy, unending peace, love, beauty, worship, and safety. Furthermore, I cannot imagine the reunion that we will experience as we are rejoined with those who have gone before us. But, the biggest prize is that the presence of God the Father, God the Son, and God the Holy Spirit will be with us for all eternity.

Poem about Heaven:

I looked past the curtain of time, And saw up the beautiful stairs Ten thousand bright angels in glory All dressed in white raiment so fair. "The battle is over," I heard them, Their voices rang out o'er the air. With palm leaves they shouted "Hosanna," His glory forever well share. Our troubles and toiling is over, The tempter is under our feet He's cast down in darkness forever While we walk the beautiful streets. The flowers will bloom on forever, The leaves of the trees evergreen. No night will come to our city, For it's lightened by heaven's bright beam. As we stroll through the garden of heaven And smell the lilies so sweet, We'll clasp the hands of our loved ones, As He says, "May your joy be complete." As He shows us each one to our mansions And we move in forever to stay, The children will play by the fountain, Our treasures will never decay. We'll visit each other in heaven, So often I'll knock on your door. We can sit on the porch of your mansion And look out o'er the beautiful shore. We can talk of God's blessings for ages, For time up there will never end. We'll all have plenty in heaven, I'll be just as rich as you then. The ole ship of Zion is anchored, They're stepping out onto the shore. "The journey is ended," they shouted, "We'll never sail seas anymore." The gates swing open so gently As all of God's children pass through; At last we hear Jesus say softly, "I came here to fix this for you."

- Author Unknown