House of Rest

by Pat Marvenko Smith revelationillustrated.com

Thus says the LORD, "Heaven is My throne and the earth is My footstool. Where then is a house you could build for Me? And where is a place that I may rest? For My hand made all these things, Thus all these things came into being," declares the LORD. "But to this one I will look, To him who is humble and contrite of spirit, and who trembles at My word. Is. 66:1-2

And I saw the holy city, new Jerusalem, coming down out of heaven from God, made ready as a bride adorned for her husband. And I heard a loud voice from the throne, saying, "Behold, the tabernacle of God is among men, and He will dwell among them, and they shall be His people, and God Himself will be among them, Reve.21:3-4

And the twelve gates were twelve pearls; each one of the gates was asingle pearl. And the street of the city was pure gold, like transparent glass. I saw no temple in it, for the Lord God the Almighty and the Lamb are its temple. And the city has no need of the sun or of the moon to shine on it, for the glory of God has illumined it, and its lamp {is} the Lamb. Rev.21:21-23

by Pat Marvenko Smith revelationillustrated.com

House of Rest
(House of Bread)

[pre incarnate dialogue in heaven between Father and Son]

Will you build me a house for my dwelling, my son

Will you raise me a building of stone

A dwelling of rest from the work that is done

With a footstool of silver and gold

Will you fill it with bread, the best of the earth

And richest of wine of the fields

The choicest of fruit of the vine for my thirst

And the finest of wheat for my meal

Yes Father, I'll build for you

A dwelling, your house of rest

Gold and jewels to laden its walls

And abundantly filled

With the finest of grain for your bread

The cost for this house, more precious than gold,

Will in anguish be sorrowfully paid, my Son

But I give you my word so your name will be known

In a temple you joyfully raise

(Chime and Cello interlude)

Yes Father, I'll build for you

A dwelling, your house of rest

Gold and jewels to laden its walls

And abundantly filled

With the finest of grain for your bread

(Chime and Cello Ending)