The most beautiful dreams that I have ever seen,
Pertaining to the earth are these:
O thee fair Jerusalem!
Her majestic city, her gates, and her walls;
But the glory of the Holy Temple was the jewel above all!
Where all of her servants will gather;
To worship the Lord, their dear Master.
She will not appear as poor Jerusalem does today;
Where the ruble, trash, and debris clutters her skirts!
But her gates will be carved exquisitely,
With all of her stones cut immaculately,
Her temple will shine like the sun and her city will glow like the moon.
O thee fair Jerusalem!
When I beheld your beauty,
My heart was filled with joy and my eyes were full of tears.
When the final war is over and the battle of Armageddon won,
When evil is destroyed and buried from the presence of the sun;
Then the Master Architect will lift you up once more.
O thee fair Jerusalem!
Because the Lord is holy, surely you shall be holy too,
And for a thousand years; while your King dwells upon the land,
Year after year, your servants will bring forth their tribute;
Bearing gifts with praise and singing joyful songs; while they worship
The Lamb of God, the Lion of Judah, and the Savior of man.
O thee fair Jerusalem! Jerusalem!
How I long to see you, and dwell within your midst!
― Miriam