In the Presence of God
“I am Gabriel, in the presence of God, I stand.”
The importance, of the angel’s words,
like lightning strikes - holy, grand.
Far better joy than the song of birds.
Silences faithless tongues, stuns nerves.
The predictions come to pass. God does not lie.
Brilliance of wingspan; respect deserves.
Christ’s come to us, The Dayspring on High.
God’s angel was gentle with Mary, not offhand.
Oh, to hear the treasure of choice words.
Still, she’d have to tell her fiancé, to stand
before him with her claim; to cross words.
To ponder, hold joy, in wonder, her world’s
turned upside-down. In praise, she’d magnify
the Lord. God chose a young virgin who serves.
Christ’s come to us, The Dayspring on High.
Zechariah, in silence, saw God’s right hand.
He questioned, even though an angel burns
before him. Sans understanding of what God planned.
A babe in his old age? A gift disturbs?
God means what He says. Listen to His words.
God is not a man, that He should lie!
Every scripture, in His timing, He confirms.
Christ’s come to us, The Dayspring on High.
Admire the breaking of sunrise light.
The canvas of the sky, a morning sigh.
Dumbfounded speak, the blind have sight.
Christ’s come to us, The Dayspring on High.
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