Ancient of Days

Deanna Blakeman

Ancient of Days

Deanna Blakeman

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Behold, I beheld as the Ancient of Days did sit, As he that is worthy did hold the book in which the names of the saints were written.

His head and his hairs were white like wool, as white as a dove. The Lion of the Tribe of Judah, He hath prevailed to open the seven seals thereof.

Yea, His glory unmatching and his countenance like a fiery flame. I saw as all did bow before him, and every tongue confessed his name.

And when I saw him I fell at his feet as dead, He saith to me, Fear not, For I AM. I AM Emmanuel, Messiah, The Sacrificial Lamb.

I AM he that liveth and is alive forevermore, The Prince of Peace, The Almighty, The only wise God, THE DOOR. After this I looked, and Behold! a Throne was set in heaven And One sat on the throne.

His Beauty Breathtaking, his Love everlasting, the bounty of his wisdom unknown. I heard as it were a great multitude, and I heard the voice of mighty thunderings saying, ALLELUIA! The Lord God omnipotent, reign!

Receive Honour, Glory, Power for thou art worthy. For thou was surely slain. Then the Marriage did come and the Bride had made herself ready, so clean and white.

The Lamb was clothed in a vesture dipped in blood, and I beheld his beautiful sight. All this did emerge before me, When I was in the Spirit. And I beheld as the Ancient of Days did sit.