a brilliant light shines intensely white, as the power of God, does reveal
black corruption, murder, and seas of lies draping, but God’s Love doth heal
bringing forth life to all those born again, Our Father creator of His earth
angels tend to Jesus in the desert, but death, resurrection the goal of His birth
silence can be music, as one doth bow their head, in his covenant, awaiting
belief in This Man, God’s Son, Our Savior, an end to all need for utter hating
no more pain, suffering, or hunger when Gabriel’s trumpet shall indeed sound
for all His saints, called up in the clouds, and will be, New Jerusalem bound