An angel talked with me,
Appeared to awaken;
Asking what I could see,
A sight not mistaken.
Woke up out of my sleep,
Eyes open to unfold;
Focused taking a peep,
A lampstand all of gold.
On the top was a bowl,
Seven lamps having lips;
A delight to my soul,
That was within my grips.
Two olive trees beside,
One on left, one on right;
Standing there with much pride,
Lamps were shining so bright.
The angel looked to say,
Do you know what they be?
I know not come what may,
So, explain what I see.
It is the Word of God,
Not by power or might;
But by Spirit to laud,
Shining with a pure light.
It is the Lord of Host,
O great mountain of grace;
And with the Holy Ghost,
Mercy shines to embrace.
He laid the foundation,
Of His house with His hands;
Which gives us salvation,
Following His commands.
If you despise the day,
Rejoicing of small things;
By going out to stray,
For pleasure that it brings.
The lamp holds seven eyes,
Watching over the earth;
The one who cheat and lies,
Feels the wrath of its worth.
Copyright © 2018 Richard Newton Sherrer
