The City Through the Mist!

I can almost see that city standing proudly through the mist. Glimpses of its splendour, breathtakingly enlist, My sense of curiosity, as I try to reach the door, Free from pain and agony at last forevermore. The next thing that I saw, as I passed from dark to light, Was the surgeon’s knife descending, I may have lost the fight! A gentle voice was calling, softly in my ear, “Come to me my child, there is no need to fear.” I walked with bands of angels, along great streets of gold, Multitudes were praising, this presence long foretold. For all the wrongs I’d done, before His mighty throne. I bowed down to His majesty, I wanted to atone, The last thing that I saw as that scene passed from my eyes, Were precious stones and diamonds, pouring from the skies. I know a place is waiting, when my life’s journey’s done, No storm clouds will obscure that never ending sun.