Convergence


Infinite paths mix and match,
Most meet briefly then diverge,
What a rarity it is, then to see,
Two paths that clearly merge.

Paved by divine grace,
We wander our eternal road,
Hands clasped, never to stray,
Become swayed, or be slowed.

Other streets are but shady bricks,
That crumble beneath the earth,
Leading toward dead and desolate walls,
Incomparable to all we're worth.

We walk along what's priceless,
A boulevard built by fate,
Together, following our journey,
To the avenue at Heaven's gate.

Our resting destination,
A pathway to the sky,
We'll make our home in the heart of Heaven,
Forever, you and I.

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