Untitled Poem

Someday we will all be free
Indeed free, with no fetter to bind
One day all the daughters and sons
All the children of the King will gather
Together we will lift up His name
When we meet in the Light
On that long-expected Day 

And the glorious saints will bow to the King
The stars will look away
Their light is dim, for Christ shines brighter. 

The streets will shine; we will dance with joy
We will hear the unremitting praise resound
The stars are compelled to sing of His majesty
The many mansions stand awaiting our presence
And no more will darkness overcome
No more will pain afflict us

The lame will dance
The deaf will hear and believe
The dumb will speak of His Master’s grace
And the timid will roar as a lion

All to praise His Most Glorious Name.