Dream Of One Last Journey Poem by Jara Son of Ahaz

Across the water my soul roams free.
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.