New Jerusalem Descending
And I saw the holy city coming down,
Not from some distant heaven’s crown,
But born of every loving deed
And every prayer the soul has freed
From fear’s dark prison underground.
New Jerusalem, in light profound,
Descends wherever hearts awake
And choose the path the remnant take.
No sun, no moon, no need for flame—
The Lamb Himself is light and name.
The twelve gates open to the four
Directions of the human core;
And those who built with love and might
Now walk within the city’s light.
The faithful sing
The new song only they can bring,
While all who turned from fear’s false art
Now see the city in the heart.
O builder of the inner ark,
O listener to the still, small spark,
O remnant carrying the seed—
Your work has made the city bleed
With living light into the world.
The pruned tree’s branches now unfurled
Reach upward to the descending grace
That meets the upward-reaching face.
New Jerusalem is not afar;
It forms in every faithful heart
That chooses light when darkness calls,
That builds the temple where love falls
Like living water on the dry.
The city descends from on high
To those who, in the Consciousness Soul,
Have pierced the veil and seen the whole.
Awake, beloved, and behold—
The holy city, bright with gold
Of spiritual effort, now draws near.
The end of fear, the end of fear—
New Jerusalem is here.
“New Jerusalem Descending” by Tyla Gabriel
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