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The brightness was a pure white. It was misty but clear. The ground was clear crystal, and resonated with the praise of the saints. The faint rainbows spread delicately above, while the Throne itself, encased in pure gold, stood front and center.
Jesus, the humble servant, sat handsomely on the throne, His Father next to Him, exuding all love and joy. The saints and angels, numbered in the millions, gathered in front and around the throne. The people all stood together and sang in one accord. Each sang the same worship song in their own language, creating a universal language of unity in praise of God, who created all that is diverse.
A black hand holding a white hand. A yellow hand holding a red one. All smiling. All wearing the colors of their homelands. All painting a large mural that moves, sings, like a great ocean of waves rolling toward the shore of the peace of God. They hold out their hands. Jesus holds out His, and The Holy Spirit pours out all over us and surrounds us and penetrates every molecule of our being.
We are one! We are one with God and one with each other!
Voices piece by Pam Taylor
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