The New Morning.

In the awe of God's presence I awake.
I hear the angels singing at the gathering
As I am borne in their arms to his throne.

The river of the water of life shimmers.
Clear as crystal it flows out from God's throne.
I see the Lamb of God in glorious splendor.

He is the Root and the Offspring of David.
He is the bright Morning Star, the Holy One.
I hear a song rise up from the gathered nations:

Alleluia; Salvation, and glory, and honour,
and power, unto the Lord our God.
Hallelujah! For the Lord God Omnipotent reigns.

The tears flow from my eyes as I weep
For the sins of my heart and the grief in my wake.
But then God Himself wipes away my tears.

There will be no more death, sorrow or crying.
Nor will there be anymore pain.
The old is passed; the new is come.

And he that sits upon the throne says,
Behold, I make all things new.
These words are true and faithful.

July 2006 by Glen Alan Woods
Adapted from Revelation chapter 19-22. KJV and NIV