By Tom D Blakely
M orning breaks with a gilded sun
A cross the earth all shadows are gone
R eplaced by reflected shades of blue
A s whisps of cloud come into view
N othing now can be hidden away
A s earth awakes to this special day
T he voice of God heralds the dawn
H is people know their Lord has come!
A s all in Jesus are carried away, no more to pray, maranatha.
‘He which testifies to these things says, “Surely I am coming quickly.” Amen.
Even so, come, Lord Jesus!’