Shimmering stars of infinite space-
Embroidered hem of majestic robe-
We behold them but can only catch
A glimpse of the skirts of his garments.
He needs but sigh and storms do rage,
He smiles - it's spring again!
He only nods and nations fall,
And even kings return to dust!
Far greater glory, yet we see,
More than robes of majesty-
A tear stained face, a crown of thorns-
Empty tomb, - coming King!
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Sunday, August 08, 2004
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