Poetry

His Glory shall be Revealed

August 14, 2021 by little_sparrow

The night sky above me,

The music of crickets in the background,

Eager, Expectant,

I peer into the pitch dark horizon.

There's no sign of the light,

But I know without a doubt -

It's coming;

The light is coming

Streaks of pink,

Hues of orange,

Tastefully blended colours

Will make an appearance

In the morning sky,

As the Sun sends forth it's rays...

Gently first,

But soon fierce and bright;

It's coming!

His Glory is rising,

It's rising upon His sons and daughters

As we eagerly wait for Him to move through us.

Like never before.

- art