Dream Of One Last Journey
Across the water my soul roams free.
by Jara Son of Ahaz
The capital is nowhere and all share the same.
Gateway manned by a single guard.
A single belief grants you passage.
Nameless streets paved in gold.
Mansions spread east and west.
Debt paid in crosses accepted.
Faith delivering to its final place.
I see the last trip before me.
Ferryman at mans last berth.
“Who is like unto Jehovah our God, That hath his seat on high”
Through his Son, I gain entrance.