True To Light
True to light
But not in form
The spirit guides the fates that be
Mosaic prisms
Pierce the shadows
And in their presence, dark must flee
Guided by His strong right hand
Sent to deliver His great Word
Silence
Here comes the holy Son
To place His mark ..
Then saints were heard
The multitude sang holy, holy
Louder than a beating drum
For they know the Lord is coming
They are prepared for Him to come
Copyright © Amy Bohack | Year Posted 2012
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