Can you feel a warm glow on your right?
The ever present light of Christ ascended,
The golden temple, keeping us in grace,
The place we come to humbled, one knee bended,
Hold us in Your ever burning fire,
That heaven-tempered seat of intuition,
That place where love redoubles in its force;
The well spring that devours all inhibition,
Bravest love of all, command the skies!
Make the sign that spells the Son of Man!
The one to gather up the kings of earth,
From every tribe and tongue and every clan,
From on high reveal the face of God,
To triumph with an all-pervading view,
That casts the sly accuser into chains,
And sees the earth and heaven built anew,
Fuse our hearts and minds with Your pure will,
And help us to endure the raging Beast,
Spinning in a froth of manic rage,
As he confronts the army from the east,
Keep us from the scourge of blasphemy,
The vitriol against Your holy name,
Keep us from the plagues and snares of death,
That put our holy nature into shame,
Make the wine of Babylon run dry,
No longer to defile the lips of men,
“Babylon is fallen” shall we cry,
As we start o’er and begin again,
Let the whirlwind idols of our day,
Find redundancy against Your might,
Forgive us for exalting aught but You,
Pray relieve us in our sorry plight,
Make us see You now, just as You are,
Towering in splendour and command,
Lord of Lords, with Michael at your side,
Opening the seals that grip the land,
One by one, the riders gallop out,
Unseating death and Hades from their place,
Reigning in the demons of the pit,
Calling them to rise from their disgrace,
Fleeing millions scurry in their wake,
Searching out the shaded rocks and caves,
Hoping to avert the guilt of sin,
That cannot brook the searing light that saves,
But the star from heaven is now cast,
The trumpets sounding shrill across the air,
Seven thunders brawling on the plains,
With Adam’s sons and daughters in despair,
Sorcery of old engulfs the scene;
The ten horned dragon fleeing his disguise,
Murders and the crimes of yesteryear,
Dragged up with all the truths that we despise,
One woe is past, behold still two more come,
Scorpions that sting and bitter bread,
Men in rampant war and strife unbound,
Stricken in a panoply of dread,
But God on High, observing, flinches not,
For still the hope of mercy is alive,
The one that causes death to flee calls out,
“From the pain of loss you shall revive”,
The Alpha and Omega fuse as one,
The light of Stella Maris softly shining,
The Spirit and the bride call out in faith,
“Hark ye well, the Bridegroom, He is Coming”.
Adam Daniel, 22.02.16
Many thanks to Ashley Hearod for encouraging me to write this, a post inspired by her offering “The Bridegroom is Coming“.
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