The Eastern Gate

Forums Poems and Poetry The Eastern Gate

Viewing 0 reply threads
  • Author
    • #1959


        There is a gate in waiting
        In the City of the King
        It waits above the valley
        And adorns a tranquil scene

        Jerusalem is churning
        On the north, south and west
        Yet the Eastern Gate waits quietly
        Above multitudes at rest

        On Olive Mount, I stood one day
        And viewed this Golden Gate
        Amid singing saints and setting sun
        In the spirit was my state

        Looking o’er this glorious Gate
        From atop that blessed mount
        Two scenes of great events
        I saw, and I now recount

        One scene took place in ages past
        The other is soon to be
        In both there was the Son of God
        And this Gate of Destiny

        The first scene was triumphant
        They hailed Him as a King
        There were thousands in the valley
        And “Hosannas” loud did ring

        Many miracles of greatness
        Had He done before their eyes
        Giving sight to the blind
        Calling forth the dead to rise

        His disciples were elated
        As they joined this happy throng
        But little did they know
        That their hopes would soon be gone

        So long ago the prophet told
        That lowly, He would come
        Riding on a donkey’s colt
        Unbefitting the Righteous One

        Yet thousands upon thousands
        Stood in the valley on that day
        And up the path to the eastern Gate
        With palm branches did array

        “Save us Son of David”
        The multitude did cry
        When suddenly, the crowd did change —
        And they shouted “Crucify!”

        Oh! What price our God did pay
        While sinners yet were we
        The mocking ones — The crown of thorns
        Pierced hands — what agony!

        And so the only Son of God
        Was hung upon a cross
        He’d come to earth in Godly love
        To save those who were lost

        Then the scene did fade away
        And another took its place
        For Jesus had said He would return
        To redeem mankind’s disgrace

        On Olive Mount I stood again
        I viewed the Eastern Gate
        Yet it was closed, sealed with stone
        Awaiting a King to coronate

        Ezekiel long ago had said
        The Gate would thus be so
        Until the Prince returned to earth
        Then all the world would know

        Around the city armies stood
        From nations of the world
        And smoke and fire were everywhere
        The armaments were hurled!

        Yet the Golden Gate still quietly stood
        While looking upward it seemed
        Suddenly the trump did sound
        It was the coming of the King!

        And then I saw the Lord of Lords
        Descending from on high
        With multitudes of Heavenly Hosts
        Behind Him in the sky

        He came and stood on Olive Mount
        And then the earth did shake
        He spoke and all the armies fell
        And the evil power did break

        Upon a white and valiant steed
        Down Olive Mount did ride
        Through Kidron Valley up to the Gate
        While the Jewish remnant cried

        They looked on Him
        whom they had pierced
        And grieved as for a son
        So bitterly they wept in shame
        Yet with grace He did respond

        And all the while the numbers grew
        Of Angels and the Saints
        Millions upon millions
        Joined Him in the ranks

        They sang “Hosanna to the Son of David”
        “Hosanna to the King”
        Throughout all heaven and the earth
        The loud Hosannas ring

        The Gate in waiting trembled
        And the stones then blew apart
        As the Holy One did enter
        His eternal reign to start

        Oh! What sweetness in that Day
        The redeemed of God shall know
        From Mount Zion in Jerusalem
        The living waters flow

        Are you yearning for that day
        When the Lord of Hosts shall come?
        Or do you flee in fear
        Before the Holy One?

        Call upon His name!
        Before that coming day
        Flee into His loving arms
        He will wipe all the tears away.

        ~ Terry Gibson

    Viewing 0 reply threads
    • The forum ‘Poems and Poetry’ is closed to new topics and replies.