(Last Updated On: August 5, 2016)

After billows of storm roll, and new pages unfold; I can see the golden roads. Brilliant faces in jubilation. Golden weights in the heads of many. Thousands and thousands of angels in joyful assembly. I can see the spirits of the righteous men made perfect. Yes, the place of the first born of the resurrected.

Heaven was not made for animals. Heaven is a home for me. God, build my faith for my everlasting home. Shadows diminished illumination in full blast. Desires made pragmatic. No place for regrets and a place of horses being ridden from wishes.

A place of enthusiasm. So parted from hell. No memories of death but memories of praise. A place of tears wiped from the faces of the righteous. A place of neither scorch by the sun nor illumination by the moon. Place of refreshing, embracing Christ appointed for us.

Chatting with father Abraham, enjoying a breeze with Apostle Paul, drinking from the outpouring of Peter.

Holding in awe the endurance of Noah. Patting Moses’ back. Enjoying the company of David. Learning from Methuselahs experience, knowing more from Enoch and Elijah, exhorting Abel.

Learning the clarity of the staircase to heaven from Jacob, marveling at John’s boldness to the point of death.

Heaven for me, heaven for us;

Heaven reachable, heaven approachable! Heaven welcoming though the path to the place beaten.

A moment of enjoying from the tree of life. Resting from the troubles and restlessness of the world yonder.

Heaven a place of love; free from envy, sin defeated, temptations written off. Death and hades in eternal condemnation.

My citizenship is in heaven, for my momentary troubles are winning me a far more exceeding and eternal weight of glory.

I am heavenly oriented!!

By Zakary Gitei




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