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One day we will
be as no more
Silence will carry us through the door
The door which separates either side
An archway to confirm, that we have died.
All we were and all we did
To remain on this side along with our id
A new journey in the other place
No more the clock of time or a human race.
The opportunity to move as in a float
To walk across the water without a boat
Meeting someone you believe you met before
But all previous encounters left at the door.
Space will be the medium rather than time
Cosmic distance, searching for one of mine
Outward and onward without direction
Searching and searching for the resurrection.
There will be no predictable end
Only what God itself will send
The basis for your efforts to keep you whole
Judgment and atonement associated with soul.
There is no relation to a previous dimension
Only a journey and vision searching for ascension
God will continue to provide the gifts to sustain
Given before and once again.
~A.H.O.~
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