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An angel was talking to me,
Carried a gold measuring stick;
He motioned to come for to see,
To check the walls on just how thick.
The city was square as long as wide,
Measured the same in all directions;
With gold and pure glass all inside,
And natural light reflections.
Some walls were of grey colored quartz,
The city was made of a pure gold;
As clear as glass with shiny ports,
That was built defiantly bold.
Foundations of the city wall.
Decorated with many stones;
Each floor as wide as it was tall,
Gems of different tints and tones.
I did not see any temple,
For that is what the city is;
The entire place for the people,
For worshipping and praising His.
Praising the Father and the Lamb,
And the Spirit the triune God,
In worshipping the great I AM,
Showing that you honor and laud.
The city needs not moon or sun,
The glory of God gave it light;
The Lamb is the lamp as the Son,
And it is glorious and bright.
We will always walk in the light,
Its gates will be open all day;
And they will never close at night,
Since God will trust all to obey.
Copyright © 2014 Richard Newton Sherrer
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