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THOSE PEARLY GATES to Sidney S. Skidmore 06/18/1894-11/1970
Grandpa must have seen God's holy city Because he drew pictures of pearly gates; On the last page of his old worn bible And signed his Christian name beside the date. Jasper walls surround it's magnificence, Opaque colored quarts resembles that stone; All names written in the Lamb's Book of Life Enter the place I call gramp's comfort zone. When you're trying to live a Christian life, You know you need something to hang onto; Once grandpa found the New Jerusalem, He studied and understanding love grew. He found the city was built in a square; An angel measured it with a gold rod. Gates are never shut, there's no night there And Angel's greet all that enter, with a nod. It's constructed on twelve foundation stones And a name is inscribed on every one— As a tribute to the lives they each lived— 'Cause they followed the Lamb, God's only Son. There's no worldly source of light near heaven; No bright sunshine or shimmering moonlight. God's glory lights His majestic kingdom, The Lamb is His holy city's lamplight. When you enter the city, you'll all know Just what it feels like to live there with Him; There'll be no death, sadness, crying, or pain; He'll wipe your tears while whispering, amen. Twelve receiving gates, face four directions. Grandpa was partial to the Eastern Gate. He went home and left a message that said, "I' ll meet you at my favorite, just wait!"
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