With each prayer and plea another Angel stands just a touch away, waiting for Godís call to come. Her chariot stands at the ready and with lifeís last breath to Godís throne it will carry her.
Her days on Earth are through but her Spirit has numbered each and everyone. With the facts of life a lined she smiles as Godís truth reigns over mans knowledge.
The songs of praise she loved in this life fade to a whisper as hearts fully persuaded of Godís glory commands her attention. Angels and Saints lifting up glorious praise to God the Father and the Son fill the air.
A moment of silence falls upon Heaven as the keeper of ďthe bookĒ reads Lindaís name from the Lambís Book Of Life. A name once etched in blood is now illuminated in pure living light from Christís own touch.
A wave offering breaks forth that erupts into joyous laughter and song, for a daughter has come home. Testimonies of Godís faithfulness spread across the sanctuary.
Super Bowl Sunday, Hugh, is childís play and folly. But standing in Godís presence, now thatís living large. The streets of gold vibrate from the commotion. Walls of jasper rumble from worship. The purity of praise filters down to the earth below and shines down on humanity and resonates in every heart that loved and knew her, as she leads the first verse of Holy.