Poetry

There Is A Beautiful City

by Maria Franco
06/08/21
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There is a beautiful city
Where the wine never runs out
Where the milk and honey overflow
Where the corn, oil and flour abound in plenty.

There is a beautiful city
Where there is no Sun or Moon
The glass city is made of pure gold
Dazzling through and through.

There is a beautiful city
It shines like a precious stone
Just like Jasper, clear as crystal.
It comes down out of Heaven from God.

There is a beautiful city
With a high wall of Twelve Gates
Each gate made from a single Pearl
Twelve Angels in charge of it
The names of the twelve tribes written on these gates.

There is a beautiful city
Precious stones adorn the city wall
Jasper, Sapphire, Agate, Emerald
Onyx, Carnelian, Quartz, Beryl
Topaz, Chalcedony, Turquoise and Amethyst.

There is a beautiful city
Where the Lord God Almighty and the Lamb is the Temple
Stronger than the Sun and Brighter than the Moon
The Glory of God shines and the Lamb is the lamp.

There is a beautiful city
Where the gates stand open all day
Where only the Day exists, no night or darkness at all
Christ shines as the Light of the World.

There is a beautiful city
Where the Bride is prepared in white
Her linen are the deeds of her life
She is washed by the blood of the Lamb.

There is a beautiful city
Where nothing impure can enter in
Only the names of those in the Lamb's book
Can enter and live in this city.

There is a beautiful city
Where the rivers of the water of life
Flows down crystal clear from the throne
The tree of life on either side healing the Nations.

There is a beautiful city
The Throne of God and the Lamb are in it
The Chosen ones who have his name on their forehead
Will see him face to face to worship him.
As they rule as kings forever.

There is a beautiful City
It is the New Heaven and New Earth
This Holy City is named the New Jerusalem
Here God and man will live as One
Every tear wiped away by His hand.

There is a beautiful city
Where God is the first and the last
The beginning and the end
He will bring his rewards tallying what we have done.

There is a beautiful city
Happy those who can eat the fruit of the tree of life
Whose robes are washed clean and bright
These are the ones who can go through the gates.

There is a beautiful city
As revealed by the Angel of God to John
He gives his Spirit to his Apostles
He is a descendant of David
The Bright Morning Star.

There is a beautiful city
Where the Spirit and Bride say, "Come"
I want to be in this city forever
With the Trinity, Mother Queen and all my loved ones.

Maria Franco