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A City Called Zion

Zion is a Kingdom Paradigm Zion is an ideal Paradise A City with foundations whose Architect is Judah’s Lion A City encased in an awesomely inspiring Pavilion Babel is built in a shallow Drain Zion is built on a rocky Plain Babel is built upon the mortal Hills Zion is built upon the immortal Hills Zion has a firm Foundation Christ Himself is thy Salvation Zion is built upon the Everlasting Mountains On the mountains pinnacles flows Living Fountains Holiness is thy weapon and Stability It is thou that keeps thee in Tranquility A ‘Greater One’ is born in thee, hence there is no Night Christ is born in thee, He gives thee Light Zion, thou art more Glorious and Excellent than the Nations A peculiar people, a royal priesthood, a holy Nation A people of mysterious speech beyond Perception A people of a stammering tongue beyond Comprehension The inhabitants do not say “I am Sick” Therein they are forgiven their iniquity, even Tom and Dick The Gates of Hell thou not spread their Sail Within thy Gates the Glory of Judah’s Lion is Unveil All my springs resides in thee O Zion! All my fountains dwelleth in thee O Zion! All my silver springs of Grace And all my golden springs of Glory are in place O Look upon Zion! The City of our Glorious Feast O Behold Zion! The City of our High Priest The Lord loves the City of Zion That Blessed Eternal City of Judah’s Lion But you have come to Mount Zion and to the City of the living God, the heavenly Jerusalem, to an innumerable company of angels, to the general assembly and church of the firstborn who are registered in heaven, to God the judge of all, to the spirits of just men made perfect, to Jesus the Mediator of the new covenant, and to the sprinkling of the blood that speaks better things than that of Abel. [Hebrew 12:22-24]

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