By Yasen Vedrin
(I Kneel Before You)
The Harp of David plays so clear and bright.
The olive tree brings forth its fruit again.
God pours His Holy Spirit and His Light,
Faithful to His people and to men.
The White Dove spreads His wings above the land,
Creating mighty faith within the soul.
Strong in His Word, with glorious deeds at hand,
The Lord burns in our hearts to make us whole.
So much has passed, and little now remains.
The latter rain is falling from above.
The Bride in pure attire breaks her chains,
Awaiting marriage with her Heavenly Love.
The pearly gates she gladly will unfold
In that most blessed, Holy moment's sign.
The cups of wine will fill up, as foretold –
The Spirit, sung by the Eternal Vine.
The Temple built of pillars white will gleam.
The City will resound with hymns of praise.
And Glory, like a long-awaited dream,
With longing palm leaves will its power raise.
And like a story – beautiful and grand,
A gift for life that is forever blest,
The Harp will play across the Holy Land,
By David’s wondrous Spirit repossessed.
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