We were at South Street Seaport,
Watching the fireworks display.
Ribbons of blue and gold cascaded into the water.
Illuminated waves of red and green washed on shore.
The crowd oohed and aahed as the booms thundered.
I thought, "I wonder what a party would be like
In Heaven."
What would we see,
Galaxies being formed by the Creator's hand?
The dead raised to life with the whisper of His breath?
What would we hear,
Seraphim blowing trumpets of glory before the throne of the Lord God?
Cherubim singing the praises of the Perfect Lamb?
What will it be like, our Independence Day
When we are given beauty for ashes,
A garment of praise instead of a faint spirit?*
O Lord, My God,
Redeem Your battered creation,
Bring us into Your Presence,
To live and dwell in the eternal Joy and Freedom
Of You
*Isaiah 61:3
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