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The Peek Chap. 3

I couldn't say how long we stayed atop that little hill, If not for that familiar tug, I'm sure I'd be there still. We drifted further down the road, into a great valley, As we turned up toward the North, the River I could see. I began to realize that many things were hidden from me, All those small details, the ones I think should be. Were there flowers growing here, with flights of bumble bees, Was it warm, a fine spring day, was there a southerly breeze? We slowed down, and as I'd hoped I felt that warm right hand, And I knew that he would fill me with wisdom to understand. But as we stopped I felt a pull, I staggered from Light so bright, Like a veil was ripped away, but I couldn't take in the sight. In an instant, the veil was back, just as it was before, Though it took me quite some time, my wits to restore. Now there are things that mortal men were never meant to see, And places sin scarred, filthy souls were never meant to be. To describe that amazing scene, I had just gone through, I'm not sure there are words to explain that awesome view. But Light was everywhere at once, a radiance filling the air, The One who walked beside me, was Beautiful beyond compare. That pulse I felt back by the Sea, was magnified infinitely, In crashing waves of Life and Love, and God's amazing Glory! And I realized I couldn't survive a real glimpse of this place, The one on my right hand, sustained me with His Grace. I woke that evening with headache gone, outside I heard a storm, As thunder sounded I felt my palm becoming oddly warm. Then as the rain came pounding down, my mem'ry unleashed too, And I remembered all the wonders God allowed me to view. As I write these words just now, I wonder how soon 'twill be, When He will call His children to come Home for Eternity. Man truly can't imagine all the incredible things in store, In God Almighty's Home on high, there on Heaven's Shore.

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