Epiphany...

Imagine when the applause and worship of nations is all that we will hear 

no longer marred by sorrow or fear...

In the movie White Christmas there is a scene at the end when the 151st Division honors their general and they line the hall applauding him as he passes through...

Imagine Heaven then...oh!!

When we, with eyes fixed on a face

No longer wonder at the why

But gaze on the Author of grace

As Hope and Faith forgotten lie

When we, once weak and weary-worn

Line streets of gold to hail the King

And touch the marks induced by thorn-

Pressed on his brow of suffering

When we, in speechless awe bow down

And kiss the feet still bearing scars

And touch the trailing of a gown

That fills a temple set on stars

When we at last will find a way

To thank Him for His love for us

And all that we can think to say

Is just one word, Jesus, Jesus

Then we, freed from Self’s rag of stain

Will join the gathered throngs to sing

Worthy, worthy, Lamb that was slain

When we see Jesus Christ the King

© Janet Martin