He walks among the golden lamps on feet like burnished bronze: his hair as snows of winter white, his eyes with fire aflame, and bright his glorious robe of seamless light surpassing Solomon's. And in his hand the seven stars, and from his mouth a sword: his voice the thunder of the seas; all creatures bow to his decrees who holds the everlasting keys and reigns as sovereign Lord. More radiant that the sun at noon, who was, and is to be: who was, from everlasting days; who lives, the Lord of all our ways-- to him be majesty and praise for all eternity.
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