Friday, June 10, 2011

2010-05-16 Archive, Poetry, Ballad of Revelation 2

2010-05-15 The Ballad of Revelation (Continued)

I heard a voice from heaven say,
"Behold, God lives with men."
And people shall be His, and He
Shall be a God to them.

And God shall wipe away all tears.
And death shall be no more.
With sorrow, pain and crying gone,
It's what a heaven's for.

And unto him who is athirst,
I choose to freely give,
The water of life to save his soul,
That he may drink and live.

He who overcomes the world
Inherits all, well done!
And I shall be a God to him,
And he shall be my son.

The holy city shown to me,
Jerusalem come down,
From out of heaven, straight from God,
His bright and shining crown.

Its radiance like a most rare jewel
Like Jasper, clear as glass;
Its wall is high with twelve full gates,
The saved of earth to pass.

And at the gates twelve angels stand,
And on the gates the names,
Twelve tribes of Israel inscribed
The letters, burning flames.

And on the east are three gates, wide,
And on the north, three gates,
And on the south three gates abide,
And on the west three gates.

On twelve foundations 'neath the wall,
In written monogram,
The twelve full names of all the twelve
Apostles of the lamb.

And he who talked to me did hold
A measure-rod of gold,
To span the city's gates and walls,
That its full size be told.

The city's laid out as a square,
Its length and width the same;
Twelve thousand stadia per side,
Its height of equal frame.

The jasper wall, in cubits high,
one hundred, forty-four.
The city, gold, as clear as glass;
The gold, like glass, was pure.
. . .

Behold, I quickly come to you
With my reward in hand,
To pay back every deed in full,
As men before me stand.

For I am Alpha and Omega, says the Lord our God,
The beginning and the end of all, the everlasting Word.

Bless'd are those who keep the word
And follow His command.
They have the right to(the) tree of life,
And in His presence, stand.

The root and branch of David's line,
The bright and morning star,
The first and last of everything,
The source of all we are.

The Spirit and the bride say, "Come,"
Let one who hears say, "Come,"
And let the one who's thirsty come,
The water of life, drink from.

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