Poetry

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Reign In Glory
You, My bride, are adorned
With grace and glory
That I’ve worn.
Born of My Father,
Your God of the Ages
He is from whom all power rages.

Give ear to Me, O Holy City,
Come and rest, My ever pretty
One adorned with grace, bejeweled,
Your oneness shines,
As one who rules.

Come with Me, to see what I show you,
Something new that you haven’t seen.
Open your ears to hear a new thing,
That never before has ever been.

Reign in glory, reign on high,
In My City, in the sky,
Coming to be within this land.
You have the power in your hand,
Given from Me, My outstretched arm.

Borne with power, borne with might,
By My Spirit, taking flight,
Go with Me into the heavens,
To the glorious, wondrous place,
To the Supper of Consummation.

Holy oneness in the land,
Holy oneness in this place,
Land of glory, grace, and splendor,
Victors prize, within the gates.

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