The Bricklayer


I started working on this street a long, long time ago...

Tired, dragging the last golden brick, holding it on my chest,
I crawl across the yellow brick road--a street of gold!--
Carefully I place the last brick at the end with the rest

"There, it is finished, ready for the mighty host..."
I call out to my captain to signal "It is ready!"
And my captain relays my message to the Lord of Hosts
Then after awhile I finally stand, a little unsteady--

Suddenly a there's stir in heaven, then a powerful hush:
The glorious archangel appears, then bows before God--
Soon the blast of the Trump of God roars with a rush!
What happens next is something of splendor and awe--

The redeemed of the Lord by His blood are caught up in the air with Him:
The amazing love of Jesus flows as He says to each one,

"Enter in..."

--bro. tim pickl
Wednesday January 23, 2008 A.D.

Revelation 21 (NLT)
18 The wall was made of jasper, and the city was pure gold, as clear as glass. 19 The wall of the city was built on foundation stones inlaid with twelve precious stones:[e] the first was jasper, the second sapphire, the third agate, the fourth emerald, 20 the fifth onyx, the sixth carnelian, the seventh chrysolite, the eighth beryl, the ninth topaz, the tenth chrysoprase, the eleventh jacinth, the twelfth amethyst.

21 The twelve gates were made of pearls—each gate from a single pearl! And the main street was pure gold, as clear as glass.

22 I saw no temple in the city, for the Lord God Almighty and the Lamb are its temple. 23 And the city has no need of sun or moon, for the glory of God illuminates the city, and the Lamb is its light. 24 The nations will walk in its light, and the kings of the world will enter the city in all their glory. 25 Its gates will never be closed at the end of day because there is no night there. 26 And all the nations will bring their glory and honor into the city. 27 Nothing evil will be allowed to enter, nor anyone who practices shameful idolatry and dishonesty—but only those whose names are written in the Lamb’s Book of Life.

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