As I walk this aged street,
Stone and bricks beneath my feet
Have a beauty; strong and old...
But they're not the street of gold.
Will I walk a street of gold?
Will I sing a never-old,
Joyous, fresh and holy song
That will last the ages long?
If not that, then something more!
There's no limit to God's store.
Holy gifts flow from his throne,
Piled-up blessings for his own.
Yet the finest gift I'll see
Won't be things he's saved for me.
Here's the greatest gift of grace:
Simply seeing his own face!
And the twelve gates were twelve pearls, each of the gates made of a single pearl, and the street of the city was pure gold, transparent as glass.
Beloved, we are God's children now, and what we will be has not yet appeared; but we know that when he appears we shall be like him, because we shall see him as he is.
--1 John 3:2
Are the promises of the New Jerusalem quite literal? My conviction is that if they are not, then there will be something even better than the literal--something for which our words and our thoughts are not adequate. I would desire for you, my reader, to qualify for entry. Eternal life and the New Jerusalem are a gift to all who turn from sin and who trust in Jesus. Will you?
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