𝐏𝐨𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐲

Home

He carried me from death,
saved me from eternal pain:
my Savior.

He shines bright in the darkness,
climbing over the lost souls
that lay in His wake.

i look to Him
His face is pure light
just like His golden crown.

His arms felt safe
as He carried me to the skies.
He never left my side.

the golden gates glistened
in the light of the Son.
Heaven.

forever peace surrounded by
the Father, Son and Holy spirit.
"Welcome Home."