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An angel showed me a river,
Flowing with the water of life;
The water so cold made me shiver,
But relieved me of all my strife.
It was like crystal, pure and clear,
As it flowed from the throne of God;
Where angels gathered to revere,
Worshipping to honor and laud.
Next to the street of the city,
By the river there was a tree;
The fruit was life looking pretty,
I stood and admired to see.
The tree produced twelve kinds of fruit,
One type for each month of the year;
The river fed the tree through its root,
So tranquil without any fear.
The leaves on the tree heals the nations,
No longer will there be a curse;
The righteous have celebrations,
Life will no more be getting worse.
The throne of God and of the Lamb,
Will be reigning over the city;
And also known as the I AM,
Whose compassion will show pity.
All His servants will worship Him,
As they will be seeing His face;
Nobody will be feeling grim,
As I AM started to embrace.
His name tattooed on each forehead,
Showing that they were of His own;
As His children easily read,
So everyone has been known.
So there will be no longer night,
Or light emitted by a sun;
The Lord God is giving them light,
Shining by the Anointed One.
No longer light coming from lamps,
As the Lord God will rule as king;
And the servants set up their camps,
Receiving blessings that they cling.

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