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Lifted into the eternal,
Peter walked through Heaven's pearly gates...
Greeted by his name's sake.
Ushered into the city of golden streets,
Meeting up with Jesus Whom escorts him around personally.
Manor houses arranged beautifully throughout this Holy city.
"One of these houses are yours Peter," Jesus said to him.
"Which one?" Peter asked the Lord of all.
"All you need to do is follow the song until you come to the house
that is singing to you," the Lord replied.
Peter stood for a moment while tuning into what was sublime,
Sung by a voice so sweet... beckoning him to follow where it would lead.
The streets of gold connected to a road of masterfully tailored, bejeweled cobblestone.
As they made their way further along this road... city turned into meadow, 
Wild grass... the blades the color of emerald yet soft to the touch.
Making their way along this road, Peter noticed calves grazing... this grass was delicious to them yet even so their heads lifted up in greeting as they remembered Peter who had taken care of them in that other time.. that other place.
Continuing along their way a beautiful chapel came into sight... not unlike the one Peter left behind it was his time to take his place in this world.
Not far from this chapel which contained a barn underneath it stood a large manor house.  There were giant trees of all kinds surrounding this property.
To the left a brook which was fed by delicate streams of living water. This water comes down from Mt. Zion itself.
As Peter along with Jesus drew closer, Peter's loved ones and church family... the ones who had gone on before came to greet him with overwhelming warm loving cheer... a reunion of great magnitude did take place.
Peter radiant with joy is home.
Jesus said to Peter something we all long to hear, "Well done my good and faithful servant whom I am honored to call my friend, my beloved."
So now we all know that there is no end to our time with loved ones and friends.
There is no end to our life with Father God, the Lamb of God, the Holy Spirit.



Farm Chapel Continue is a dedication to the Late Peter Smith of Southfield Chapel in Lancashire England.  Farm Chapel is the second poem in Farm Chapel
which was also prompted by beloved friends Pastor Barry and Dorothy Dickinson.
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