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Tue 11 Apr, 2017 11:05 pm
Gods (Emmanuels Holy Light )
A poem by Alan McDougall
Come fly towards majestic Orion with me
At great speed to our majestic god we flee
Through a wide river at last we fly
Reaching out to a great light beyond the sky
Towards the sides of the north nearer and nearer we flew
Arrayed in spotless white robes given to you
Across a vast space of infinite night
Together clothed in glory we continued our flight
Oh great heavenly cavern so measureless to man
See before majestic Infinite gather all who can
By mighty angels through glorious clouds we are driven
Closer and closer to lord of life in the midst of heaven
At last to those mighty gates of heaven we came
Baptised by Gods glorious light all were the same
In joyful luminous glory all creation did sing
By that stupendous realm of the holy king
A mighty voice shook all creation and rang through the air
Saying loud gather all around great Gods colossal chair
Look God told us all to rise
“Oh my beloved children at last I can give you your prize”
Faces glowing by lakes coloured by golden riven glass
Rejoicing at a life that would never pass
By Alan McDougall
Author Alan McDougall ©Copyright 2014 South Africa
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