Thursday, July 28, 2016

These Precious Things

These Precious Ones

by Seah Greenhorn
( Poem with copyright )




In the Final Days
heard

a glorious sound,

delightful words,
the buzz of joy and laughter found

as it rattles the nations;

yes,

fallen
golden leaves to ground
in unified worship

truth-seekers
from all stations of life.

From war-torn areas and desert sands;
from violent backgrounds and stealthy hands;
from every action despised;
from even all despicable vices;
from once lovers of hatred and strife.

What a beauty to behold
when sees the Maker a loving soul
though, bruised and bleeding
they're lifted up

cleaned and polished
they bubble forth

now in happiness their delight erupts,
since hope indeed gratefully fills their cup.

The noise of news good
vibrated and shook the foundations.
Streaming to the base of the mountain
foreigners from all denominations.

As the river proceeds to rush
exhilarated and exhibiting a rosy blush
many cry, their eyes abeam by a light they saw

their hearts enlarged by a vision scene:

A perfected mankind
eternally
inhabiting the earth.

Peace restored; justice reigns!
Secured a future free of pain.

Not reincarnated, nor recycled
but resurrected to the land
forefathers, grandparents,
children who lost all breath before they ran.

Yes, reconnected
Heaven and earth

according to God's
Original Plan!

Give Ear You Precious and Desirable Things!
For the Future Is Grand!

Grab your musical instruments
your lovely strings

and You
His Majesty's

Praises Sing!

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