Poetry

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Across the haze, after the slope.
   My joy is raised. I see my Hope.
A home of mercy, from One with pity.
   Made by One worthy, His holy city.

Adorned as a bride, a work of true Love.
   All may abide, if borne above.
My spirit swells, I have my strength.
   From Grace's wells, a cup of His wealth.

All of our prayers found in this place.
   All of our fears calmed with His face.
Take all this love, have all this courage.
   Come from above, ending the Scourge.

© 12-1-2010

What did it feel like, emotionally, to see the City John saw?

Maybe written out of a need to see where this all leads to....

Revelation 21:9-26
 

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