Floating light-clad pillars gleam

and deck the stately splendor of the hall.

Beams of whiteness, shafts of snow.

Highways of life.

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Crystal voices echoing in force,

more elegant than stems of frozen glass,

but big; like waves and crashing foam and surf

re-echo through and ’round and in the halls.

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Allelujahs! Tongues and sounds

a thousand flaming flying figures round.

A thousand, thousand joys and endless praise.

A throne of gold. A sea of shining glass.

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And from the center of that hall:

the Light of Life.

All lies before your power, Lord, created and arranged.

It all will perish at Your word, but You remain unchanged. 

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