I know whom I have believed’.
I share this mystery with you men of science.
May you be persuaded against that Day.
It shall come like a risen tide
Beholden by eyes horrified unprepared.
Wave upon wave upon wave the flutists will blow
Breathless adagios to the summit.
“He is coming, the King is coming."
Invite Him in who knocks on your heart’s door.
Men of science who tend myriad broken minds
Who come to you to mend.
I sing my song,
I whisper it loudly with trumpet blasts.
Angels in your rooms dare to listen to this poem.
Affected, they scream unheard out of range by you:
“He is coming, the King is coming."
Angels fear for you.
Invite Him into your heart
Who knocks on your heart’s door.
Dine with the Savior your Lord.
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