In this world you have trials
Walking My path will prove hard
An enemy not made of flesh
Waits for a relaxed guard
Requires perseverance
As shown by Him with pierc’d hands
But I will grant this to the one
Who overcomes and stands:
The tree of life bears good fruit
And its leaves great healing bring
The overcomer may eat here
Where Lamb’s praises all sing
The second death is coming
This, the death to truly fear
But it cannot hurt My servant, safe
Beyond the vale of tears
I’ll give to him a white stone
With a new name on its face
Known only to the receiver
And the One bestowing grace
Authority I give him
O’er the nations, iron rule
Mirroring My authority
Morn’s Star his given jewel
White garments now adorning
From Life’s Book unerased
Name written, name confessed before
God’s angels and God’s face
I’ll make of him a pillar
In the temple of my God
He’ll not go out from there again
With those bought by the blood
My God’s name written on him
And the name of His city
Just one name more, the Son’s new name
Thus known as Mine he’ll be
I’ll grant this overcomer
My throne with Me to sit down
As, overcoming also, sit
On My Father’s throne
The Enthroned One makes all new
Gives life’s water without cost
Dwelling always among men
He grants this last, this most:
Identity is altered
Ever I will be His God
And he, once mortal, now God’s son
This prize his highest good
Copyright Jonelle Liddell
Of Hope and Rhymes 
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