River

It’s a river we search for

Yes a stream lined with trees

For the healing of nations

In the Spirit’s fresh breeze.

And the saints there are gathered

All the broken made whole

And the glorious creatures

And apostles twelve-fold.

Not a suffering remembered

Not a sigh damps the glow

Of the Lamb’s throne eternal

Only dreamed of below.

And His servants are busy

Want it no other way

Casting crowns all before Him

Who alone lights the Day.

And this Day springs eternal

Bitter nights all forgot

Revelation a-plenty

For what Mercy has wrought.

Doug Blair, Waterloo, Ontario

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