Dry Land

Across the water is a land so dry,
if you take a blink, it will pass you by.
No boat nor plane can take you there,
but when you arrive, you have not a care.
It's covered with grass as green as Spring,
you are only allowed to own what you bring.
For possessions and power have little to do,
with what the land's purpose is with.
So what path you ask leads to this place,
it's the path adorned with God's loving grace.
For only faith takes you to this land,
come the day, you're walking in heaven,
holding God's hand.