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The Garden of Glory, here and now
You will see heaven and earth roll up as a scroll
You will read the Word, written in twigs and rocks
You will hear the scroll of the Word quake as light sets
You will feel starlight pearl bracelets, engraved in gold
You will wear white garments made of moonlight silk
You will taste gnosis fruit before you taste night’s death
You will breathe the Garden of Glory, here and now
You will smell its grapevines in and out of you
You will live in Heaven’s Green Garden, the New Earth
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David Hyatt-Bickle
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