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They are these,
Without guile,
Refined trial.
Is it me?
May not be,
Is it you?
May be true.
Followed Lamb,
Nothing glam,
Revealed truth,
God to youth.
Washed their robe,
Around globe,
Clean and white,
Shiny bright.
White from red,
Lamb has bled,
Rise from dead,
Our God said.
Before light,
Day and night,
Serving right,
What a sight.
At God's throne,
We are home,
In His temple,
Assemble.
These are they,
Here today,
Shepherd led,
They are wed.