His Two Books
Is that a rainbow, so high in the sky,
look, a halo of angels just flew by.
The fluttering wings, so faintly I head,
whispering, do you see the colors of His love.
The fragrance of flowers, still in the air,
so many angels everywhere.
Is this a sign, of what is to come,
the moment of truth, has begun.
The clouds came closer, so crisp and white,
then a man appeared, His presence so bright.
Trumpets were playing, and the earth stood still,
Gods' robe of silver with sparkle so real.
Upon His head , a crown of gold,
and a The Book Of Life, His hands did hold.
It is all right there, for His children to read,
this day is coming, and our eyes will see.
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