(2 Samuel 22:7, 17)
Hark! Is there a rising from the tumult of hell?
A sweet silence overcoming the howl of offence
Bursting open the gates that guard that broad entrance
A strong calm pushing thru the clamour of rancour and strife
Reaping the peaceful fruit of eternal life.
Listen! Do you hear?
Drawn from mankind's foul waters dark with filth and fear,
silencing the mockers, the fruit of that piercing spear
Behold! Who's this emerging thru the black darkness of arrogance?
Clothed in white robes, glorious extravagance!
Is it not He! Striding forth in strength
His love having conquered the height, breadth and length
Amazing! Who is this coming with Him? Lord, help me believe
Behold! It is Adam!, and is that Eve?!
And who is this multitude steadfastly behind?
A cloud of many witnesses glorified, refined
The holy hand of the Father, forever faithful and strong,
reaching down and raising this washed, firstborn-throng.
Who will stand praising forever with their brethren
The courts of Jerusalem resounding with holy amen
MDC 2019
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