The Lamb of New Jerusalem
By the holy temple swore
That the erring Sons of God
Would be separate no more.
He swore by the holy temple
And made a pledge that day
To send his Holy Spirit forth,
East and west and south and north,
To rescue those who stray.
Still in New Jerusalem,
Astray but in belief.
They dream of separation
And imagine worlds of grief.
They toil but with illusions,
And struggle to be free.
But freedom is the gift of God
Which they must choose to see.
Within the foursquare City,
On walls of Jasper stone,
And all around that golden quad,
His feet with golden sandals shod,
Walks forth the holy Lamb of God
Before a golden throne.
And from the throne his Father
Proclaims his mission thus:
Unto those Sons who do not see
That they are one with you and Me
Appear and show them they are free
And prove they're one with Us.
In thought he makes departure,
Assuming human form.
He goes to save his brothers
And face a rising storm
Of hatred and rejection
From those he would reclaim.
But they are lost in dreams of fear
And consequently do not hear
The truth his words proclaim.
And so he prays the Father
For guidance from above.
How can he teach these blinded ones
That they are one with Love?
How can he show them where they live?
That heaven's where they dwell.
For they are blinded by the lie
That they are flesh and blood and die,
And see but what the body's eye
Perceives - a living hell!
And still a way is needed
To rescue those we damn.
And so the Christ, in Jesus' form,
Must brave the senses' firestorm
And through the cross his self transform,
Ascending as the Lamb.
Now there's a path to follow,
And follow it we must,
Beyond all time and space and dates
Where New Jerusalem awaits.
For now the Lamb holds wide the gates
And waits while we transcend the dust.
1 (Rev. 21)
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