When melts the sun

When melts the sun into glory
and all earth is suffused by its rays
When the clouds dissolve and the trumpet resounds
at the sight of the Ancient of Days
One kiss from His mouth will shatter our shame
One touch will wake up the dead
And we, with our faces alight with His love,
will trample our glories for His glories instead.

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1 Comment (+add yours?)

  1. Amy S
    Jan 07, 2015 @ 20:25:43

    Coming over from Further Up. Thank you for sharing your beautiful poem. Trample our glories, indeed. May it start even now!

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