Revival in Late Winter
And I’ll say to myself, “You have plenty of grain laid up for many years. Take life easy; eat, drink and be merry.”
But God said to him, ‘You fool! This very night your life will be demanded from you. Then who will get what you have prepared for yourself?’
Luke 12:19-20
Revival in Late Winter
Goodbye evening stroll under leafy laze,
the repast is gone.
A communion feast, unbridled; the bride,
exquisite; a swan.
Draw hither to praise, dulcet and heartfelt;
humble chorale rejoice.
The nights last four moons long - joyous reborns’
one vivacious voice.
Christ’s train fills the sanctuary; approach,
don’t back up, come near.
With anointing of the Holy Spirit,
there’s nothing to fear.
Revival in late Winter, with no snow,
so spring to your feet.
Clap your hands, open and dim your eyes; see
light without retreat.
Though Sundays will linger, through precious days,
we’re blessed; the roof, raise.
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