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An angel showed me a river, And filled with the water of life; A cool breeze making me shiver, Shooting through me just like a knife. The water looking crystal clear, As it was flowing from the throne; And I was able to come near, The Lamb of God that I was shown. Between the river and a street, A tree of life was visible; Growing delicious fruit to eat, Having tasting delectable. It produces twelve kinds of fruit, With each month a different kind; The river feeds it through the root, That is giving sight to the blind. For the leaves of the tree will heal, So illness will no longer curse; Giving you a spiritual zeal, Preventing you from getting worse. The city holds the throne of God, Where servants will be seeing His face; Worshipping through honor and laud, As He gives favor through His grace. His name will be on each forehead, There will be no longer be night; The body and blood had been fed, Giving everyone insight. No need for any light from lamps, Because the Lord will be the light; Which will be lighting up the camps, Will be continually bright. God and the lamb will rule as kings, Ruling forever and ever; Being trustworthy as it brings, For His words will never sever. For Jesus Christ is coming soon, As prophecy states in the Word; Soon after seeing the blood moon, Just as everyone has heard. Copyright © 2017 Richard Newton Sherrer Vote for this poem
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