A Chronicle

life was presented And all that it received; A life placed on the balance Of all that it achieved. A Chronicle was written Of all that was said and done; And all the works were tested And measured against the One. The pages showed an image Of the residue of love; The image took on substance And on the pages sat above. A hand pulled out the image A crown of finest gold Engraved with the author's life And the story that it told. The One from all the ages The One true King and Priest Took hold of the golden image And all noise in heaven ceased. The throne of Glory rumbled A name was clearly heard; From multitudes of multitudes The author now emerged. The One went through the pages And everything was read; The book was then presented And the crown placed on his head. Then all of heaven erupted We heard the angels sing - “THE SERVANT BACK ON EARTH IN HEAVEN NOW A KING”