THE REVELATION CHAPTER 7

"In the silence of the heavens hight,
A multitude stands, their voices cry,
Clad in robes of white, pure and bright,
Washed in Lamb's redemptive light.
From every nation, tribe and tongue,
They gather round the throne, forever young.
With palms of victory held up high,
In unison, they sing, their spirits fly.
The angels watch, the elders bow,
In awe of the grace, the mercies now,
Seven seals undone, God's plan unfolds,
A tapestry of love, in glory told.
Through trials faced, through grief and pain,
They stand united, forever to remain.
For in His presence, their tears are dried.
In Revelation's vision, hope won't hide."