Through the Ages
We worship amongst the brightest starlight through the ages.
Fears slip into sheets of darkest night through the ages.
In faith, we burst forth on salient flares through the ages.
Depths of grave shan’t deny supernal height through the ages.
Lord, we seek you; navigate our grateful days through the ages.
Quiet the tempest; let us rise on celestial flight through the ages.
Sleeping babe, our promise of triumph through the ages,
we follow brightest star, His love to ignite through the ages.
Glory rises from empty tomb, a miracle through the ages,
brilliance of Heaven, constant in our sight through the ages.
Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders | Year Posted 2013
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