So Bold a Magic: The Lord’s Sweet Joy

The Mighty Lord shall never forsake
A harmonious son or daughter’s
Gracious tune;
A prayer shall unite them
With their Savior;
The Mighty Father will proffer
That helpful, healthful ear…
The grieving shall
Shallowly wither
With the mention of Christ;
And the grace of His Goodness
Shall cleanse them
From their strife
With an epic rejoinder…

The holy tree
Whose bark is removed
Must become whole against
That horrific backdrop.
Through the Gift of the Glorious
And Most Powerful One,
His children will rise up
From the desolate, empty trunk
Of this fallen beauty;
The awesome Earth
Will peer skyward
To His Spiritual Force;
In His Golden Paradise;
The psalm of His adoration
Shall reconstitute their ruptured designation
Of leafless stature.

To offer physical penance.

That body of error and ignorance
Shall be godly and extremely grateful
For His seminal mercy.
The darkest days and lowliest nights
Will not shrink from His commanding presence;

The beastly moment of reimbursement
From the flesh of Eternal Memories
Will brighten -

And their joyous principles
Shall culminate with a sudden precipice
Of budding credence,
Spot-on guidance,
And loving celebration!