Last updated on February 13, 2025
A poem inspired by Bro. Eleazar
Upon the mountain, the City stands,
Oh Zion, she illuminates like a lamp
To find her gate, a message you’ll hear,
A guiding truth both strong and clear.
The path is lit, though steep and long,
Walk without fainting, keep faith strong.
Through Death’s dark Valley, you will tread,
But fear no evil—be Spirit-led.
A gate awaits, and a narrow door
The entrance where new life abides.
From cold dark night, the dawn will break,
And sleeping souls will soon awake.
Like newborns, pure, you’ll start anew,
A world unseen now comes to view.
Once blind, now eyes will brightly see,
The spirit’s mother, in majesty.
She shines with light, the heavens glow,
A city high where truth will show.
Like finding light at the tunnel’s end,
To the King of kings your steps will bend.
The Son of God, our Christ, you’ll see,
Your joy complete, at His holy feet.
And as His light reflects in you,
Your flame will shine, forever true.
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