I entered the gate
The pearl of great price
Into the throne room of God
The elders were singing
The angels were winging
The sound of praise was alive
With Cherubim soaring
And Seraphim roaring
I fell on my knees in awe
For right there before me
In all of His glory
Was the precious Lamb of God
They sang blessing and glory
Honor and power
Unto the Lamb that was slain
Holy Holy
Lord God Almighty
Was the sound of their refrain
I joined in the chorus
With saints gone before us
‘Twas the sound of perfect praise
We lifted our hands
As the prayers of the ages
Rose before Him as sweet smelling grace
Our eyes beheld His glory
Our lips sang His praise
Our hearts leapt in worship
To the Lamb that was slain
We sang blessing and glory
Honor and power
Unto the Lamb that was slain
Holy Holy
Lord God Almighty
Was the sound of their refrain
Amen.
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Amen to this. The calming effect of this poem is really amazing, I can actually imagine the imagery that you created. Love it.
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Thank you for your kind words. I wish i had more time to read others posts. They are always so uplifting
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Well, time is always running out on some people. 🙂
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So true
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