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“10And he carried me away in the Spirit to a mountain great and high, and showed me the Holy City, Jerusalem, coming down out of heaven from God. 11It shone with the glory of God, and its brilliance was like that of a very precious jewel, like a jasper, clear as crystal. 12It had a great, high wall with twelve gates, and with twelve angels at the gates. On the gates were written the names of the twelve tribes of Israel. 16The city was laid out like a square, as long as it was wide. He measured the city with the rod and found it to be 12,000 stadia in length, and as wide and high as it is long. 17He measured its wall and it was 144 cubits thick, by man's measurement, which the angel was using. 18The wall was made of jasper, and the city of pure gold, as pure as glass. 19The foundations of the city walls were decorated with every kind of precious stone. The first foundation was jasper, the second sapphire, the third chalcedony, the fourth emerald, 20the fifth sardonyx, the sixth carnelian, the seventh chrysolite, the eighth beryl, the ninth topaz, the tenth chrysoprase, the eleventh jacinth, and the twelfth amethyst.21The twelve gates were twelve pearls, each gate made of a single pearl. The great street of the city was of pure gold, like transparent glass. 27Nothing impure will ever enter it, nor will anyone who does what is shameful or deceitful, but only those whose names are written in the Lamb's book of life.” Rev 21:10-12;16-21; 27
There’s a place for us
In heaven’s glory land above
Mansions of mercy
Golden streets paved with love
Living waters sweet
Fruits grown for our healing
The pathway’s narrow
Requires God’s special sealing
There’s a place for us
Made of diamonds and emeralds
Japser, sapphires; every precious stone
Twelve gates of large pearls
No pain or heartache
Just joy and peace reign
Our loving Saviour is King
His kingdom forever will sustain
There’s a place for us
God planned long, long ago
A palatial,‘holy city’
With a sparkling river that flows
We are His children
Heirs to His throne
Each one will receive
His own rightful crown
There’s a place for us
It’s not just a dream
Revelation describes it
Enlightened with God’s glory beams
I plan to be there—
By His sweet mercy and grace
I want to meet you there too
With our Lord face to face.
2008-2012 Copyright Maureen LeFanue
The Holy City [New Jerusalem]
“10 And he carried me away in the Spirit to a mountain great and high, and showed me the Holy City, Jerusalem, coming down out of heaven from God. 11 It shone with the glory of God, and its brilliance was like that of a very precious jewel, like a jasper, clear as crystal. 12 It had a great, high wall with twelve gates, and with twelve angels at the gates. On the gates were written the names of the twelve tribes of Israel. 13 There were three gates on the east, three on the north, three on the south and three on the west. 14 The wall of the city had twelve foundations, and on them were the names of the twelve apostles of the Lamb.” Rev 21:10-14 NIV
The Holy City comes down from heaven,
Shining brightly with God’s glory;
The brilliance of a precious jewel—
John’s Revelation vision and story.
The Holy City has a great high wall
And twelve gates attended by angels.
On the gates are familiar names
Of the twelve tribes of Israel.
Three gates are on the east,
And three gates to the north;
Another three on the west
And three more to the south.
The wall has twelve foundations
Named after the Apostles.
The city forms a square;
Each foundation made of precious jewels.
The first foundation is of jasper;
The second of cornflower blue sapphire;
The fourth vivid green emerald,
And nine other jewels for the foundations higher.
No doubt they match the precious jewels
Found on a priest’s ephod.
The twelve gates are twelve large pearls;
The city’s streets of pure transparent gold yet solid.
There’s no sign of a temple
Because the Almighty and the Lamb reign.
There’s no moon or sun to be found
For God’s glory does remain.
The nations will walk by His glory
And offer up their splendor.
The city’s gates are always open,
There’s no shame, deceit or armor.
The citizens of the Holy City
Were found in the Lamb’s Book of Life.
They’d trusted through earth’s trials;
Some persecution and strife.
They surrendered to their Creator
And beheld Him day by day.
Persevering to the finish line;
With the Lamb of God to always stay.
Copyright © Maureen LeFanue 2012
www.maureenlefanue.com
Tough Love
Sometimes with such strict parents, a tendancy to lend;
overlooking boundaries crossed to be your child's best friend.
I love my son with all my heart just as he does his mother.
Tho the path that he was taking; I just could not go further.
Stunned and hurt when I said, "You have to leave my home."
He wasn't his kind loving self; always drunk or stoned.
I held myself together; to his back I closed the door.
Then litteraly went to pieces falling to knee's upon the floor.
I knew he would end up in prison or maybe even dead,
if he could not shake the demons messing with his head.
It took everything inside me to stick to my decision.
I wanted to run after him, again to him be pleasing.
With tear stained face and puffy eyes I prayed with all my might,
" Please Lord spare me the dreaded phone call that comes so late at night."
Only twice I've heard God's voice aloud, not just a sign.
He said as clear as crystal, "Don't worry about him." "He's mine."
Immediatly I ceased to cry, such comfort in those words.
I know God deals with us best when we are at our worst.
Driving late he had a wreck; two poles ran through his truck.
It was him left praying on his knees; survival was not luck.
The poles crisscrossed around his neck tho he was never touched.
Three inch splinters in his hoodie; didn't miss him much.
The road was rocky coming back but thank the Lord he made it.
God's protective hands covered him; so near a death evaded.
My parents too strict then I too laxed; he's balanced tween the two.
A wonderful husband and father; he began his life anew.
The hardest decision I ever made but I thank God above;
my precious son now understands why I chose tough love.
December 31 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on Revelation 22
Key Verse– Revelation 22:1 And he shewed me a pure river of water of life, clear as crystal, proceeding out of the throne of God and of the Lamb.
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY WATER OF LIFE
Lord God, You are my Water of life,
so pure and clear as crystal
Thank You for enabling me to yield fruits surely immortal
I come to Your throne, my prayer-portal
With my healed soul, rescued from hell that’s verily fatal.
Lord God, You are my Water of life,
so powerful in healing me from curse of sinfulness
Thank You for letting me see Your face by faith’s pureness
I submit to Your altar midst servanthood meekness
With my humble heart, acknowledging Your highness.
Lord God, You are my Water of life,
so bright with Your light
Thank You for allowing me to worship You by Your wisdom’s insight
I stay in Your faithfulness, truthfully right
With my blissful state, upheld by Your blessedness’ might.
Lord God, You are my Water of life,
so convicting along Your book’s prophecy
Thank You for commending me of my work’s diligent persistency
I possess Your seal, confirming Your salvation mercy
With my justified condition imputed by Your pardon’s fervency.
Lord God, You are my Water of life,
so omnipotent in Your Alpha and Omega reign
Thank You for inviting me to enter into Your gates of divine terrain
I cling to Your power devoid of any selfish gain
With my willing obedience, never vain.
Lord God, You are my Water of life,
so loving with Your forgiving
Thank You for revealing to me Your Word for jubilant reviving
I testify about Your goodness and blessings I am receiving
With my cheerful heart, inspired by spiritual thriving.
Lord God, You are my Water of life,
so holy in Your virtue-bestowment
Thank You for changing me toward character-development
I wait for Your coming while victorious in my ministry involvement
With my vibrant disposition for Your prosperous New Year-endowment.
December 31, 2023
What can be said?
About the treachery of the justice system
Filling the jury with haters of the accused
His crimes not specified
But fury radiates from the eyes of the jury
They say his crimes are numerous
But I sit there watching
Fully aware of their deceit
After all I am not part of this sham
Yet I can’t help the guilt that creeps into me
Because I jeer as he is pronounced guilty
Stupid Nazarene I say to myself
And I watch him die
Even though his innocence is clear as crystal
With one last breath I hear him say
“Forgive them”
Forgive who, me… Not possible
I am a righteous man
It is he who is to be forgiven
But as I watch the veil tear in two
The throne room once sacred defiled
My heart stops
Even the earthquake seems distant
I fear for I have heard this prophecy before
Foretold by the prophet of old times
Oh, oh, my life is finished
How could I not see the truth in his words?
And there on a tree is a rejected king
The messiah to be exalted crucified
Now his father will avenge him
In his fury he will spare not one
How can I stand his wrath?
Oh me, a foolish scholar
For I have been trained in his principles
Studied his laws day and night
I know his pries and his histories
But with my very own hand
I have crucified him that came to deliver
I must spend my last days in shame
Shame at my actions, foolishness, treachery
¬master, oh master come¬
Shut up you jester
Do you not see our impending doom?
¬ Master we must rejoice
For the tomb is empty
He has risen
You must come for he welcomes everyone¬
Oh, I must run to him
For he has risen to glory
He had disregarded the order of death
And claimed kingship over life and death
He has handed me the keys
So many years after
It’s today, the day of my salvation
And I remember it like yesterday
Happy Easter
The beginning of every good work always is hard,
Hardly but we have to pick up the pace to reach our dreams.
Calling people from four directions of the world to come to Jesus Christ,
” Witchdoctors, Bandits, Prostitutes, Witches, Liars, Drunkards, And Murderers.”
It is hard, then harder.
Life has many challenges when we are teaching the true knowledge to our Friends,
Family members,
Neighbors,
And Colleagues.
” Death,
Prosecutions,
Imprisonment,
Betrayed,
Hatred,
And Discriminations always occur. “
The world into the mirror, nothing is hidden, no one to break the mirror in the sky, which reflecting the hearts of worldly people.
The sunrise from the east of the world, shining over there, upper, everyone can see it, above there; everyone can feel it.
So luminous,
Lustrous like the words of a wise man,
like the words of God, reminding you and me from far,
very far,” hello, time is near, time is coming, now is, when the true worshippers will worship the Father in Spirit and truth, for the Father is seeking such to worship Him."
So sweet than sugar,
Sweet than honey from the bees,
The honey from the heavens,
The honey from the seat of Jehovah,
Is so sweet,
come and taste it,
Salvation will fill your heart,
Your name will change,
To be Sweetheart, Sweetie.
You will never regret many years drinking human blood, drinking witch charm, idol waters in the prisons of Satanists.
The reality of the world.
Come; come back to the Lord, the source of a pure river of water of eternal life, clear as crystal, proceeding from the throne of God and of Jesus Christ.
Free, freely, you will drink it and become a Saved one, Holy man, created according to God, in true righteousness and holiness.
No death
But life forever
And ever,
Amen.
When I think of my heavenly promised land,
Where someday I will make my eternal home,
With Jesus, who came, the world to redeem;
Oh how the best things of this world grow dim!
When I imagine God’s beaches of golden sand
Along the shiny shore of the smiley glassy sea;
I cannot wait there to go and on my place stand.
Oh what a joyful thought; what an eternal land!
Where down here on earth can I find anything,
To compare with the immortal flowers above;
Which never fade away by day-they feel alright-
As they sing glories to God; for all is light.
Who can show me in this ailing world anything,
Close to the water of life clear as crystal above.
Which never freeze; for there is not any winter—
But flows graciously; inviting me eternity to enter!
My land smells some sweet smell of rare roses,
Angels sing soft songs seasoned with angelic smiles
Every time I think of this land and its unfading roses,
I wonder how fairer my Jesus looks when He smiles.
Oh when I think of my ever sweet promised land
All valuables I have round about me simply fade away.
When I picture the everlasting beaches of golden sand
All the earthly white sand beaches simply fade away.
Oh when I think of my heavenly promised land,
Where someday I will make my eternal home;
I feel so lonely in this world, I am so home sick!
I long to go home to sing with angels every week,
Praising God for ever as I eat from the tree of life.
Shouting Alleluia as I drink the water of life.
For there will be no more crying no more dying;
But singing and shouting and praising Jesus our King.
I know it’s possible through the blood of the Lamb.
a doomed affair
when a young doctor/padre came to the convent
to check on the nuns' health, he met the young abbess, and their world ignited
when he touched her arm, her impulse was
to kiss him, so strong was her desire she paled
she was ill, and an older nurse took over the round
awake at night, god didn't hear her pleas
the padre was confused and thought it was love
and in time, went away in the dark sea of unprocessed love where no one could navigate
and one night, two lovers collided.
The abbess in full womanhood tended to her duty with a song in her heart
the padre, too strode about, confident in his job
no one knew, but the old woman, in a house near the convent knew but said nothing as
it is impossible to an earthquake.
The abbess was with a child!
One day, the old woman came back with a foundling in her arms
when the abbess came back, she had been to a hospital because he lungs were weak, her face
was drawn, but her eyes were clear as crystal
Her god had forgiven her; whatever happened outside the convent wall was not her concern
the padre's soul was not ironclad, could not
resolve his pain and did as many men do when life becomes too burdensome, took to drink
From his church, he could see the boy, his son
play in the garden, his heart broke, too much suffering, he could not stretch out, call his son's name.
Often, when people know the truth but can not prove it, the truth is hidden as a memory but
not spoken about
For the day when people came running to the church and the boy, not ten asked a passerby
what had happened
The passerby said it is about your father,
he hangs in the beel-fry
Do not let the dawn, that tirelessly heralds light, slip from your arms,
The man who sows fidelity with the thread of time, his honesty clear as crystal.
He, who launches flying doves bearing messages of "Good morning" and "Good night,"
Do not let him flee, for he asks, "How’s your day, how does your heart beat?"
Even in moments that seem mundane, he is the one who always stretches forth his thought to touch you,
Moment by moment, day by day, like a shepherd of stars who watches over your inner moon.
Proud ones may blossom in your path, faces carved out, with deep pockets and plaid pleated in gold,
But they, in their rush, do not weave with pale hands memories like your favorite cloak.
Do not wither the crown of rays he has crafted with trembling hands, a treasury of giving both minor and grand,
He who digs his kingdom beneath your steps, wants you as a queen in the palaces of shared moments.
Do not leave him on the altar of forgetfulness for newly gilded illusions, for behind the shine may lurk emptiness,
Keep him in the temple of your heart, for the guarantee of happiness is not found in the fleeting smiles on a temporary face.
Let not the man who with each word tells you he cherishes get lost in life’s grand weave,
For he is the binder of your days, the one who keeps the seams of simple, beautiful joys intact.
Cherish him who chose to be a bearer of beauty and generous in secure arms,
Like not a tear forgotten at sunset to sink, let him shine, for perhaps another will know how to see him, if you do not give him his place under the sun.
{The callings of reality is already beginning to drown my dreams
And soon, my spirit shall disperse from The Ancients within
What lies to be, brings a lone journey to believe
No more am I once again to once more be relieved
I desire not this engiven entrapment of time
Am I but bound to a curse to be poisoned in mind
I need you Ei-rian… I’m unable to walk this path alone
Will you not whisper a dream to guide me home?
There is but no one who could simply understand
Even within, comes great difficult to bloodly comprehend
And as clear as crystal vapours, I see myself diminishing away
Only to find I awake to not yet a morrow’s day}
It was still however as dark
Isn’t the gifted time as thought as it be?
Unlikely of sorrows within my heart
I began to recollect what I’m oblige to see
I see my room, I see Ei-rian
Both remains, beyond most absurd reasons
I’m as lost as am I broken
Is there light then, beyond my darkest moment?
As much as I serve the Word
I too, have myself to be devoted to
Yet most every then, I know not what’s heard
To know and not know what more needed to do
I have traveled since, a long way
With The Askance to guide me in the awakening
Yet much so was I kept at bay!
To simply embrace the calls of unwelcome beckoning
Is there a need to serve, I wonder often?
Yet gifted was time I’m willing to accept
Since the memory, I’m not forsaken
True for my love to Ei-rian, I’ll never yet regret
This night, I remain as awake as I can ever be
For come will a dream, I’ll receive in tranquility
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