I gaze upon the mountain
As the golden sun beams
Bright blue sky with trees
all around
The city atop the great mountain
Shining with golden brilliance
Hiking the smooth trail I climb
Til I reach the golden gates
It's pillars shine with pearl white
Two mighty angels guard the entrance
They smile at my arrival
Eyes of fire
Swords of steel
The gates open in silent beauty
The courtyard golden brick
With a great fountain springing
hundreds of feet into the air
There are guitarists playing
People dancing
Drummers drumming
Poets writing
Singers singing
The floor made of beautifully
colored gems
Creating a great picture
Of an orange sunset on a purple sky
A vast courtyard of breathtaking beauty
I venture into the city's interior
Passing wonderful houses
Every one unique
Architecture earth hasn't seen
Climbing up and up
I notice a strange thing
There is no castle peak
No house for the king
The city is simply filled
With beautiful houses
Gardens, rivers, pools
That number in the thousands
A child informs me
Why there is no palace
"We are all one" he says,
"And filled with thankfulness"
"No king need rule here
For we serve but one master
Our great joy and source of life
The loving heavenly Father."
4-15-12
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