Poetry

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Then I looked, and behold, A Great Multitude, beyond counting
From All Nations, Tribes, Peoples, and Tongues, were quietly standing
Before The Throne and The Lamb, clothed with White Robes, what a vision
With palm branches, in their hands, and crying out, in unison

Salvation belongs, to God who sits on The Throne, and The Lamb
Jesus Christ, and The God of Jacob, Isaac, and Abraham
The Angels, Elders, and Four Living Creatures, before The Throne
All fell on their faces, and Worshiped God, not one was alone

Saying, Amen! Blessing and Glory, Wisdom and Thanksgiving
Honor, Power and Might, be to Our God, Forever, We sing
One of The Elders asked, These in White Robes, tell me, who are They
And The Elder asked, where did They come from, but I could not say

I said to him, Sir, YOU know, he said to me, These are The Ones
Who come out of The Great Tribulation, yes, These are The Ones
Who Washed their Robes, made them White, in The Blood of The Lamb, Holy
Therefore They are before The Throne, of The Lord God Almighty

They serve Him, day and night, in His Temple, They know Salvation
He who sits, on The Throne, will dwell among Them, God’s Will be done
They shall neither hunger, nor thirst, and the Sun shall not strike Them
For The Lamb, who is in the midst of The Throne, will Shepherd Them

And The Lamb will lead Them, to The Living Fountains of Water
God will wipe away every tear, from Their Eyes, what an answer
The Elder, explained a sight, I was truly Blessed to behold
An Uplifting look, at Our Future, I recite what I’m told

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