Revelação

Eliã Oliveira

Revelation

And I, John, who am also your brother
And companion in suffering and in the kingdom
And in the patience of Jesus Christ
Was on the island called Patmos
Because of the word of God
I was caught up in spirit on the Lord's Day
And I heard behind me a voice
Like a trumpet saying
What you see, write in a book
And send it to the seven churches in Asia
And I turned to see who was speaking to me
And turning, I saw seven golden lampstands
And in the midst of the seven lampstands
One like the Son of Man
Clothed in a long robe
And girded with a golden sash
And His head and hair were white like wool
And His eyes like flames of fire
And His feet like polished bronze
And His voice like the sound of many waters
And He had in His right hand seven stars
And out of His mouth came a sharp two-edged sword
And His face was like the sun
Shining in its strength

And when I saw Him, I fell at His feet like a dead man
But He laid His right hand on me saying
Do not be afraid, I am Jesus
I am the first and the last, the living one who was dead
And behold, I am alive forevermore, amen
I have the keys of death and hell
I conquered the empire of evil at Calvary
And now I make known to you the present and what is to come

Write to the churches in Asia
I know your works, virtues, and flaws
I do not tolerate sin, I am Holy and without fail
And that the people are mine
Tell the people I have treasures stored up
And to the one who overcomes, there will be a reward
They will sit with me on my throne
And will have a reserved prize

The beautiful city that John beheld
Is the city that God has prepared for us
It is the holy city, the New Jerusalem
And that’s where we’re going to rise
Soon we will fly, fly, fly
And behold the face of Jesus, behold
We will know the Father, for the Lord Jesus
Will present us

We will rise, rise, rise
We will sing like this, like this
In a choir there, there
Jesus conducting like this, like this
Holy, holy, holy, holy, holy, holy, holy
Holy, holy, holy, holy, holy is the Lord

Angels, Archangels, Cherubim, Seraphim
Children, workers, the young, the old
Transformed there, glorified at last
Without difference of language, race, or color
There is no great, nor small
For the great is the Lord
The adored, the exalted, our beloved Savior
To Him be honor, glory, majesty, and praise
And in this celebration we will be, so let’s stay alert
On streets of gold we will walk
Finding our loved ones there
And eternally with Jesus, we will dwell

And there in heaven, my Jesus
Will wipe away our tears, all pain will cease
Never again, never again, never again, will we cry
Never again, never again, will we cry
Never again, never again, will we cry
All sorrow and pain will come to an end
Get ready, brother, soon we will rise