Everything is so...
I'm speechless and I run like a bell clapper
Can't seem to finish my sentences though
I'm just in awe

Incoherent and inarticulate
Unable to fathom a sight so rich
Marvel, like Professor in Oz
Of course, there is no flaw

Wonder what St. John saw
When The Lord revealed
The things to come
I would've fell as dead too
Too much glory to see through

Encouraged when reading
Inspired to look forward to
Deliverance from things
That would prohibit the heavenly view

Close the book
It's tempting to interpret
Out of a finite mind
Laughable to figure out though
Something so divine
A mystery indeed
Too deep for human analysis
Praying for belief, however
About rejoicing forever
But my heart must be pure
And my life, changed
Would consider it a compliment
To be called strange

Marvel

The mind has its limits
Incapable of imagining a life after this
But can't help but fantasize anyway
For what it's worth

Knowing that prophecy is prophecy
Foretold of the things to be
Predestined since time and birth
Long before mankind's departure from Earth

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