When I heard of the Stones of Fire I prayed, “Lord, what are they?”
He said, “They are the tears of God.”
“I don’t understand,” I said, “teach me, Lord.”
Stones of fire,
colors so vibrant,
the intensity of God’s Spirit,
fighting to escape the stone’s housing,
yet trapped there,
to please the eye,
of all who gaze.
He placed His throne,
and rested his feet,
upon brilliant Sapphire,
purged with fire and time,
blue as the deepest sea,
vast as the clearest sky;
this was the third Heaven.
As a lover gives his beloved,
or a father gives his child,
a most precious gift,
God gave His treasure,
a city built upon,
the stones of fire.
In His richness He gave all beauty,
to make a sacred court.
The foundations of the city,
were of the purest stone,
of Jasper, Sapphire and Chalcedony,
Emerald, Sardonyx and Sardius,
Chrysolite, Beryl and Topaz,
Chrysoprasus, Jacinth and Amethyst.
Twelve foundations,
for twelve children to come,
soon to be nations,
then kings and priests.
Children to be raised,
in a perfect Eden,
guarded by angels,
perfection at every glance,
ruler of all they could see.
Yet, in the third Heaven,
where archangels commune with God,
and gold paves the streets,
as pure as crystal glass,
a cry was heard,
as God shed a tear.
The third Heaven wasn’t enough,
for Lucifer.
He was the most perfect creation,
to ever walk in the Heavens of God.
He was the most beautiful of all angels,
adorned in the precious stones,
that Heaven was founded on.
His voice sang the arias,
as an orchestra,
he was the most anointed,
the most wise,
until his beauty,
beguiled his own heart,
and iniquity became his god.
Refusing to serve,
demanding the highest kingdom,
Lucifer fell,
cast from the splendor of Heaven,
pulled down by the weight,
cursed with the fire,
that charged the beauty,
of the precious stones,
he proudly wore.
Down in a wilderness,
walked 12 nations,
trying to purge their lives,
of desire and deceit.
Set over an Ephod,
secured to the Breastplate,
carried on the shoulders,
of the High Priest,
were 12 stones.
Each stone for a nation,
in four rows of three,
according to their birth.
On the top was the Sardius, Topaz and Carbuncle,
then was the Emerald, Sapphire and Diamond,
next was the Ligure, Agate and Amethyst,
last was the Beryl, Onyx and Jasper,
held at the top and the sides,
by pure gold.
Once again God’s pride,
was adorned by His precious gift.
All seemed well until the days,
man’s faith-filled leader,
took time with God.
And in their time,
of precious communion,
the Ephod was laid aside,
as the nations of promise,
build a golden glistening calf,
they could see.
Moses heard the cry,
as God shed a tear.
Jealousy raged,
in the vibrant foundations,
of Heaven.
And Moses cried out,
for the souls of the lost,
as iniquity reigned once again,
in the earth.
Stones of fire,
shown again,
in the crowns of the kings,
that ruled over the nations.
Crowns of the righteous,
killed by the crowns of the wicked,
coveting the beauty,
of the precious glowing stones.
Then, in that last day,
as the Mystery Babylon,
walks the corrupted streets,
of earth,
no one will buy her merchandise.
Not the gold or silver,
precious stones or fine linen,
not the horses, chariots or slaves,
not the souls of men.
Finally the nations will see,
that the soul cannot share,
the beauty meant for the eye.
Beauty meant to be enjoyed,
to enhance,
to appreciate.
The stones of fire,
a wedding gift,
from the God of creation,
changed into a god,
by the lusts of man.
Gazing on their fiery beauty,
we wonder at the value,
the prestige,
and forget the covenant of love,
for which they stand.
The birth of a child,
the birth of a nation,
a covenant of love,
sealed by the signet,
of a fiery stone.
A marriage of two people,
two nations,
two entities;
destined to find perfection,
in the confines of Heaven.
So they wait,
undefiled,
in the third Heaven,
where angels and cherubim,
commune with,
the one true God.
Written 12/6/98
Linda J. Humes 