The Future City by A.D. Labuschagne

A.D. Labuschagne | June 14th, 2024 | poetry | No Comments

Poem

When the Old Order
Has passed away,
Given way
Unto the New,
We will stand before
Those pearly gates
And we will enter through…

We will walk upon streets of gold,
Shining with future elegance,
In the Tomorrow City,
The Bride and Groom will dance.

No more pain, and no more sorrow,
In this city of tomorrow,
Where death gives way to life
And we practise war no more.

The oceans will not rage or storm,
As our hope is birthed and born,
There will be no more need to mourn,
In the Tomorrow City.

All the monuments of man,
And time itself is folded up
Into the everlasting,

And Christ is seated on the throne,
Upon a sea of glass,
The trumpets blasting,

All of time is folded up
As the Bride and Groom
sit down to sup
His Bride will taste
the goodness of His presence,

The goodness of His never-ending presence.

Poet Bio

Andre Darius Labuschagne is a pastor, poet and musician from Johannesburg, South Africa. He lives amongst the lemon trees with his beautiful wife Kailie and their furball Tammy.

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