There's a land beyond the river,
That we call the sweet forever
And we only reach that shore by faith's decree
One by one we'll gain the portals,
There to dwell with the immortals
When they ring the golden bells for you and me.
(Dion De Marbelle, 1887)
Someday the bell is going to ring (I actually like thinking of the trumpet sounding a little better) and we'll be called home. But the waving grain in front of this bell tower reminds me of the "fields white unto harvest". So we press on for Just One More Soul!
4 years ago