The King shall come when morning dawns and light triumphant breaks.
When Beauty gilds the eastern hills and life to Joy awakes.
Not as of old, a little child, to bear and fight and die,
But crowned with Glory like the sun that lights the morning sky.
The King shall come when morning dawns and earth's dark night is past.
Oh haste the rising of that morn, the day that shall ever last.
And let the endless bliss begin by weary saints foretold,
When right shall triumph over wrong, and Truth shall be extolled.
The King shall come when morning dawns and light and beauty brings,
Hail Christ the Lord! Your people pray, "Come quickly King of Kings."
- anon.
2 comments:
Ya know, I think this would make a dandy of an answering machine greeting...Have ya ever?!?
Or fit for a eulogy. Remember, this poem.
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