David's harp plays a ringing tune.
The olive tree bears its fruit.
God pours out His goodness from the Spirit,
Faithful to His people, He stays true.
The White Dove stretches its wings,
Creating mighty faith with ease.
Strong in the Word and glorious in deeds,
The Lord burns bright in our souls.
So much has passed; little remains.
The late rain gently falls.
The Bride awaits in pure attire
For a wedding with the Heavenly One, she calls.
She'll open the pearl gates
In a moment blessed and divine.
The cups will overflow with wine —
Spirit, praised from the Vine.
The temple will glow with pillars of white.
In hymns, the City will sing.
Glory will bloom across heavenly heights
With a longing like palm leaves in spring.
And like a fairytale — bright and alive,
A gift for the joyous life,
The Arpha will forever play its lively song,
With David's wondrous Spirit, it will thrive.
Stefan Glavchev
(I kneel before You)
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