Not a trillion sinless angels.
Not a thousand miles of golden streets.
Not a million crowns under construction.
Not the angelic anthems of peace.
Nor the anthems of war.
None of these things.
“The glory of Heaven is lifting up the fallen…”*
Loving the unlovely. Making people new.
Thank you, Jesus…
“His glory is His children’s good,
His joy, His tender Fatherhood…”