It’s a long way to Forever
Seems I’ve been walking miles
And miles, days and more days
But I can see it, gleaming ahead
Creator’s colors, Crayola box full
Spark-blooming fireworks play with sun
Video preview of joys to come…
As if balloons were tied to my shoulders
I feel lighter with every step
Lifted from road ‘neath hurrying feet
Eager, approaching God’s front porch…
“Welcome to Glory, son—you’re home!”
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