The Second Coming Poem by Pleasant Dabbs

A new heaven, a new earth
The Lord's city comes down
A Holy City from heaven-
The bride prepares to meet her husband
Not the old, but the new...
The New Jerusalem
Many cry when they reunite
He wipes away all of their tears;
No more crying,
No more sorrow
No more pain
The old all passed away...
He sat on His throne and said:
Behold, I make all things new
After He spoke He told me to write:
These words are true and faithful!


c aaron