THE IMAGE OF GRACE

Suddenly that day arrives, appointed in time

the prophecy fulfilled of the seer’s last sign

that rights all the wrongs of failing mankind

and moves that tall mountain we all tried to climb

That day will soon come though the road has been long,

the yoke has been heavy, the burden so strong

The night is near over, the dark almost gone;

the singers have sung, but there’s one final song

That day we’ll awaken from death’s final sting

no longer bruised, battered, or bleeding

no longer scattered, scurrying, or greeding

no longer veiled, but truly beholding

For on that day we’ll see as we’re seen

we’ll be what I Am always has been,

Immortal, eternal, like the only wise God

and holding His scepter, the cast iron rod

Then we’ll be fit to rule in His place

beholding the mercy that dwells in his face,

firstfruits forever of a glorified race

now made in His image, the image of grace.

(c) January 22, 2008

Glenn Hall