Behind the lacerated curtain Assembled in triumph We gorge on holy manna Left by those who went before, Behind the fire and the cloud.
We know one another By the stone, pure and white, More precious than any discarded crowns. And we laugh loud with full mouths At the names scribed by our Father, While the angels just shake their heads and smile.
Rich Smith preached; I was inspired. Revelation 2:17 Whoever has ears, let them hear what the Spirit says to the churches. To the one who is victorious, I will give some of the hidden manna. I will also give that person a white stone with a new name written on it, known only to the one who receives it.