A thin line cuts across the mountain tops,
in its perfection.
to me you matchless adornment.
it cries, “Without correction?”
wanderer, where rests the foremost skies, laid out in a glass so clear.
below, my length from end to end, sadly surfaced to sudden fear.
how, the weight seems so burdensome free,
colors drift to a groan.
somewhere seen to a sea of glass,
Majesty upon a throne.
Beyond the haze of a death’s darkest day,
A sea sleeps in perfect peace.
To souls rest within a torrid plane,
And a calm which will never cease.
Mingled from springs driven in a world’s lust,
Blood of a Sinless Son channeled.
Shore to endless shore it pours itself,
Desire to be handled.
Then to this line a sea of glass appears,
Far beyond the mountain’s wall.
For the souls of Christ in redemption found,
A loving God’s beckoning call.
Sea Of Glass by Ronhales Revelation 15:2