John The Revelator (revelation 1)

John The Revelator (revelation 1) short poem

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I am John
I was in the Spirit on the Lord’s Day
I heard this lavish trumpet saying
I AM Alpha and Omega
I AM the first and Last
I saw 7 Golden lamp stands
I saw the Son of Man clothed in golden bands
His holy head and hair—like wool
—As white as the driven snow
His eyes–like a brilliant flame of fire
His feet–like fine polished brass
—Refined in a burning fiery furnace
His Voice–as the sound of many waters
In His right hand are 7 shining stars
His mouth—a two edged sword of Truth
His countenance–like unto the Spectacular sun
Shining in all of its radiant glory and strength
When I first saw Him
I fell at His feet as dead
he touched me and said:
“Do not be afraid–I AM he who lives
—-But once was dead
I alone hold the keys of Hades and Death
—-Behold I AM now alive forever”
Amen
and Amen

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