Heaven || 20081115

Heaven || 20081115

It may be that we lack a grip on the reality of heaven
or maybe not.
We think of mansions and gold
and think of questions for those who went before
We joke about the gates
and forget to remember the King

When you enter a city
where the palace stands,
there is a hill, or the palace stands tall.
Always a reminder that the king lives here
No matter how glorious the city itself
the palace is always beyond better.

So why is this not in our mind of heaven?
Why is the palace never there,
and our thoughts never for our King?

In my vision of heaven,
I'll speak to no-one at the gate,
I'll need no directions for where i want to go:
It can be seen from anywhere there.
I'll run through the streets not caring
if they are stone, or metal or glass,
I'll run to the doors of the palace,
and knock until they open.
I'll rush through the first hall,
past the next doorway into the chamber beyond.

And I'll pause at the splendor
until The King, My King, says my name.
And I'll look at his face, and then fall to mine.
And Worship with those already in the room.

For mansions won't matter,
nor streets, or the gates.
And questions will vanish
when I face The King.
I'll look no-where else,
and humble all i have.

So we don't know much of heaven
except its explosions on earth.
The moments of worship...
the rapture of mere instants
when we touch the Lord.

~JLB

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