The City where I hope to dwell,
There’s none on earth can parallel;
The stately Walls both high and strong,
Are made of precious Jasper stone;
The Gates of Pearl, both rich and clear,
And Angels are for Porters there;
The Streets thereof transparent gold,
Such as no Eye did e’re behold.

A Chrystal River there doth run,
Which doth proceed from the Lamb’s Throne:
Of Life, there are the waters sure,
Which shall remain for ever pure,
Nor Sun, nor Moon, they have no need,
For glory doth from God proceed:
No Candle there, nor yet Torch light,
For there shall be no darksome night.

From sickness and infirmity,
For evermore they shall be free,
Nor withering age shall e’re come there,
But beauty shall be bright and clear;
This City pure is not for thee,
For things unclean there not shall be:
If I of Heaven may have my fill,
Take thou the world, and all that will.
From The Flesh and the Spirit by Anne Bradstreet

Don’t you think these words would make a good hymn? I’ve already put them to this music, sort of, in my mind, but I think someone who was musically talented could write music for these words and make the poem into a beautiful worship hymn.

Happy Friday, everyone! I hope we all meet in heaven where “things unclean there not shall be.”