*by Renita Zook*
Tremble! A streak of lightening flickers 'round the throne,
A crack of thunder splits the weighted air!
The waters quake upon the Sea of Glass.
All nature knows the the King is drawing near.
A sacred silence falls, and then is broken by a
Strain of lyres and harps to herald the King.
A brilliant light comes piercing like a sword.
Ethereal voices of God begin to sing.
The saints in wonder bow down and adore,
No room for idols; God is All-in-All.
His glorious Being compasses all the throne.
Sound ceases. All upon their knees fall.
At His right hand now sits His only Son.
Star-breather.Sin-bearer. And Saviour of man.
And every knee has bowed and tongue confessed
For all have seen the nail-scars in His hands.
Sin no more mars the beauty of the earth
A new and heavenly song begins to swell.
Dark and evil forever have gone away.
And the King begins to speak, and all is well.
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