Revelation Nineteen


Down He comes

With hosts of white-robed

Saints a-riding

Time has lapsed

For Babylon’s charade

Wicked thrones

And merchants brought

To judgment

Wearers of that

Godless brand


No more shame

Assaults our

Prince of Meekness.

Now He comes

In triumph

With His reign.

Darkness flees

He speaks and

Armies crumble.

Earth will never

Be the same again.

Look to Zion

Once encircled

By the vicious

Now at peace

With songs and order

All around.

See the Lamb

With kings and courts


His the seat

Where righteousness

Is found.

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