Poetry

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I See

I see the Chosen
the dust of the earth
......Awaiting.....
the great awakening
......Awaiting.....
A New Beginning
We all died to the old.

I look up in hope
relief at last
no pain will remain
after birthing is done
The hurt lies in the past
now only awaiting time
to stop bleeding.

I hear God's children rejoicing
The great throng praising,
What Joy is ours?
Life everlasting
doesn't die again
not now..
..or ever!

I see Holy, Holy, Holy
Worthy of all adoration
Numbered existence gone.
Forever praising
The Lamb
for what He's done
for ALL of us.

Amen.

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