"Christ Will Come"

In trying to capture the anticipation of the Second Coming, I wrote this poem:

Though some say he’s belated
Our God can’t be frustrated
To prideful world inflated
Christ will come, Christ will come

The gospel outward flowing
The angel trumpet blowing
The lightning striking showing
Christ will come, Christ will come

In whirlwinds descending
Oppression and sin rending
All righteousness defending
Christ will come, Christ will come

The wicked burnt to cinder
No more our joy to hinder
Or stress our kith and kinder
Christ will come, Christ will come

Despair and doubt dispersal
A glad cry universal
Great mysteries rehearsal
Christ will come, Christ will come

Continue hope igniting,
And all to Christ inviting
Until He comes, reciting,
“Christ will come! Christ will come!”