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The Peek Chap. 2

As we moved through the gate, many people I did see, Talking, laughing, here and there, but none of them saw me. I began to be concerned, until I felt a squeeze, Suddenly I understood and felt again at ease. Without words he let me know, about my special case, God allowed me a visit, to look around the place. This will be my home, when my time on earth is done, But this is just a peek, for my race is not yet run. So, I stored this away, in the back of my mind, Eager now to see, this Home that God designed. First to catch my eye, the color of the street, It was purest gold, but smooth like honey sweet. The gold was like a glass, near transparent through, Reflecting all above it, and with a golden hue. In my mind I wondered, how many roads were here, Instantly within my head, I saw a map appear. As we traveled up the road, and then atop a rise, I was not prepared for the sight that met my eyes. Never have I dreamed, and I'm sure I'll never forget, Water so clean and pure, through it's furthest depth. Spreading south and farther west, as far as I could see Was Heaven's own sweet ocean, called the Crystal Sea. Now I was floating in the air, with someone holding on, But I felt weak of knee, and my breath was nearly gone. As I gazed upon this sight, my eye was drawn in deep, Such peace I felt well up inside, I couldn't help but weep. The explanation came to me, of this Sea wide and broad, To it flows both day and night the very essence of God. Ahead we'll find the only River that fills this Sea that's known, The River of Life Eternal that flows from God's own Throne. I watched the waves lap the shore and felt a rhythm strong, The unending tide of Love and Hope that fills Creation's Song.

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