Book of Revelations Chapter 1 Poem

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Behold the words of prophecy, divine,
Unveiling mysteries of the end of time,
In Patmos' isle, John, the seer,
A vision of grandeur did appear.
The sky ablaze with glory's light,
A sight that filled him with awe and fright,
A voice like thunder, a trumpet's call,
A vision majestic, surpassing all.
In robes of white, the Son of Man,
His eyes like fire, a master plan,
Seven stars, seven lampstands bright,
Symbolizing churches, in His sight.
The Alpha, Omega, the First, the Last,
The Living One, the die He cast,
Exiled on the isle, John did see,
The unveiling of eternity.
His pen did capture, with trembling hand,
The vision's essence, the truth so grand,
To the seven churches, a warning sent,
A call to repent, to be fervent.
Apocalyptic visions, unveiled to view,
A revelation of the things anew,
A glimpse of heaven, a glimpse of hell,
A prophecy foretelling, the final bell.
The Book of Revelations, Chapter One,
A prelude to mysteries, yet to be done,
A poetic saga, of visions bright,
A call to seek wisdom, and walk in the light.
So heed the words, of Revelation's tale,
Let not your heart, in fear bewail,
For in the midst of chaos, and tribulations dire,
There's hope and glory, in the Eternal Fire.