In the Temple of the Lord

Adorned with elegant white satin robes That shined with a pearlescent glow, Stood millions of Christians Redeemed by Christ’s blood, In proud and proper rows. Positioned around them were immense columns That reached hundreds of feet into the air, Perfectly fashioned from virgin white marble And adorned with huge gems that were rare. The intoxicating smell of frankincense and jasmine Drifted throughout the resplendent great hall, Emanating slowly from many solid gold urns Each standing an incredible fifty feet tall. Then came the mighty trumpet call Of Gabriel himself As the redeemed humbly knelt with heads bowed And one by one, each happily came forward For a special gift, their King would endow.