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An angel showed me a river,
The river was water of life;
Bright as crystal made me shiver,
As it washed away all my strife.

From the throne of God and the Lamb,
Water that flowed so clear and pure;
Because God is the great, I AM,
Iniquities able to cure.

It flowed in the midst of the street,
Down the middle of the city;
As it had flowed around my feet,
As I sat down next to a tree.

A tree with its twelve kinds of fruit,
The tree of life yielding each week;
The tree nourishing through its root,
From the river, its root does seek.

The leaves of the tree for healing,
For the healing of the nation;
Of those bended down and kneeling,
To become a new creation.

There shall be no longer be cursed,
As His servants will worship Him;
And they will not hunger or thirst,
For they will be glad never grim.

They will see His face and His hands,
His name will be on their foreheads;
Willingly abide His commands,
Comforting them within their beds.

There will no longer be a night,
No need for candle of fire;
Neither having any sunlight,
His glory will light desire.

Copyright ©2022 Richard Newton Sherrer

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