No tick of clock
No swift season-sweep
No moments pulsing
No waking, no sleep
No flesh and blood
No years fading fast
No dawn or dusk
Nor future nor past
No indifference
No unbelief, scorn
Nobody dies
And no one is born
No hypocrites
and no debate
When we pass through
That Final Gate
Then,
Heaven or hell
Is all there will be
In the home of the soul;
Eternity
© Janet Martin
Then I saw a great white throne and him who was seated on it. The earth
and the heavens fled from his presence, and there was no place for them. Rev. 20:11
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