In the Psalm-poem where the Wisdom now mocks the foolishness in victory, yes in that song everything is so pure and beautiful. So my soul sings, Oh my Honorary King, only You are my Victory-crown that victoriously towers over my own human weakness.
In the sweetest song babbling like a cool water stream, with Your Spirit that now, as the Alpha, surrounds my heart as boundary, so twelve holy show-breads in Your holy ark are now shown to me, yes each one of them in the form of an earth-born human person.
On the melody of the holy wind in the most beautiful dream, where two rivers and two oceans are bordering the holy land now. In the new land in the future again so pure and beautiful, there where the chosen will live as Sion in the New city Jerusalem, with the Melchizedek crown towering over everything, yes as the Set-apart Core of every atom.
For the musician on the melody where the light is now mocking the darkness, there once-rough stones are now shown as cut, polished precious stones in one rock, as the holy altar, and behold the lovely sacrifice on it is the firstlings now pure and so beautiful and as co-heirs together with YaHWeshua they carry the Royal Crown.
So my soul sings, yes in this most beautiful dream, for You my El there where You live in the Most Holy of the reborn-person’s heart, yes there everything is soon shown so peaceful, so perfect, so developed, so pure and forever so beautiful – to the entire creation.