Tune: St George's, Windsor
('Come, ye thankful people, come')
Revelation Chapter 14 parts
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Harvest of the earth shall be
Comes with justice, judgement, see
Angel puts in his sickle
Earth is reaped, the righteous all
Safely then are gathered in
Never more troubled by sin
For the time is ripe that they
Ever with the Lord shall stay
But a contrast, an angel
Puts in his sickle, farewell
Unto the wicked, evil
None can help them, they shall fall
The vine's grapes clusters are reaped
Those in unrighteousness steeped
Cast into God's wine-press fierce
For sorrows their souls shall pierce
Blood of the grapes, there outside
City was seen, woe betide
Flowing to sixteen hundred
Furlongs* there in terror, dread
For 'tis complete destruction
Symbolic of every one
Who does wickedness, and they
Shall not live in harvest day
But upon Mount Sion, see
There all the redeeméd be
Their Father's name is written
On their foreheads, they no sin
The sing new song, the Lamb they
Worship Him, Christ, for alway
They the first-fruits, good and pure
At home with the Lord e'ermore
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1600 furlongs - a symbolic number:
4 x 4 x 1000 = 1600
4 - the number of the earth - doubled here.
1000 - 10 the number of power - trebled here,
showing completeness, fullness, entirety.
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Author:
orchidee (
Online) - Published: October 2nd, 2018 01:48
- Comment from author about the poem: A hymn-poem in 7777 7777 metre. A contrast in the judgements of good and evil. Yet it has to be, or else evil wins. In the wheat and weeds/tares parable, both grow together until harvest. The wicked are spared until then, in case any of the righteous are rooted up, if the weeds are reaped too soon.
- Category: Spiritual
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Comments3
Very good write Orchi.
(First stanza third line should be his not hi, not unless you are saying Hi to me).
Thanks Gold. Yes, I can say Hi to you too. Hi, as in 'I' have amended it now!
Thanks for this poem, orchidee. I'm informed again of God's plan for the world.
Thanks w c.
Like Santita I admire your skill and dedication in writing these - as for fro didn't you consult Miss B - she would have spotted it.
Thanks Michael. Fido should have barked more. I was in a twirl reading swoony poems, and it caused typos. That's my excuse!
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