St. Patrick's In
Heaven
by Geraldine Mc Mullan Doherty
I dreamed I was going to heaven
And wondered; what awaits me up here
When I saw St Peter with open arms
His smile took away my fear
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My parents were standing beside him
Overwhelmed to see me come
I was overjoyed and tearful
To see my dad and mum
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They took my hands and walked me
To a garden of paradise
A man I knew was Jesus
Showed in His kind and loving eyes
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He said, "Welcome to my Kingdom
All you dream of will all be here
Everything here is beautiful
Wonderful things you will hear
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I asked my parents "what day is it?"
They said "Saint Patrick's Day today
There's a place here awaits you
Come! we'll show you the way"
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We passed rows of scented roses
Little song birds in the sky
Beautiful flowers and fountains
With butterflies gliding by
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Double gates stood before me
Made of gold and glittering bright
St Peter opened them like magic
I held my parents hands more tight
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To my amazement appeared St Patrick
With his staff and beautiful cloak
Shamrocks adorned this garden
He said, "Come in and see your folk
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I thought my eyes were deceiving me
Everyone was having a ball
They all lined up to greet me
And kissed me one and all
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There was my granny Brennan
Her arthritis now gone away
My granda right beside her
I knew I'd meet some day
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I embraced dad's brothers and sisters
And John my mum's brother
I gave a special kiss to
My dad's father and mother
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The welcome was overwhelming
I noticed the wearing of the green
There was music in the background
And little dancing colleens
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I could see Guinness and Irish whiskey
More colleens dancing reels
My aunts and uncles singing
While tapping their toes and heels
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There was even our dog Rover
He was wearing an Irish hat
He sat beside Sylvester
Our black and white cat
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Then visions appeared before us
We were in all Ireland's ground
One minute we were in Killarney
The next in St Patrick's Mound
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I looked at my mother and father
They looked so young and well
Dancing in each others arms
They were happy , I could tell!
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The Irish tunes were playing
On the fiddle was Darby O Gill
King Brian and his leprechauns
Drinking poteen to the fill
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So if I go to heaven
And I see those golden gates
I know I will be happy
Because I have seen now what awaits!
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