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13 I heard a voice from heaven say, “Write this:

How blessed are the dead,
    that is, those who die in the Lord from now on!”
“Yes,” says the Spirit.
    “Let them rest from their labors,
        for their actions follow them.”

The Vision of Earth Harvested

14 Then I looked, and there was a white cloud! On the cloud sat someone who was like the Son of Man, with a gold victor’s crown on his head and a sharp sickle in his hand. 15 Another angel came out of the Temple, crying out in a loud voice to the one who sat on the cloud,

“Swing your sickle,
    and gather the harvest,
for the hour has come to gather it,
    because the harvest of the earth is fully ripe.”

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