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”
Copyright © Peter Cobbler | Year Posted 2017
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