Gibran

Gibran (Distant Thunder)
2-15-18

Casing mission success all blackness awakens
Where visions come alive with full purpose of heart
Where death serves for our lives in whispering
I trust in You to make me whole
O, devouring flame
I didn't catch your name
As the dance all the same
Not always on the top of my game
As stammerers are ready to speak plainly
To a people of strange speech
Just to learn and teach
But not to practice what I preach
For the bursting city deserted in excess and obsession
O, Christ the Righteous coming king unto whom I stand up and sing
O, return again.....