Paul Warren Poet Ballad

The New Jerusalem

I look across the open sky
The moon, the sun fly on high
I search for the New Jerusalem 
And all that was promised then

If I were to stop and linger 
Would there be an accusing finger
Pointing at me in the bright starlight 
For I know my fight is right

And what will the end be
More than was scripted you see
For my long journeys made 
Are forever a endless escapade

Then will there be a judgement 
When I’d stand, close my eyes and vent
For the world will pace it out
While I stand tall and loudly shout.

© Paul Warren Poetry

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