Redemption's Spring

Lion follows prey
And life is choked away.
Jackals skulk around
For morsels on the ground.
Vultures leave the skies,
And then the dust and flies.
All is tooth and claw.
Has Paradise this flaw?

Storm clouds hover low.
Their darkening shadows grow.
Thunder roars its ire,
Along with flash and fire.
Summer skies are rent.
The tempest’s rage is spent.
Countryside defaced.
Has Paradise this waste?

Battle dust has cleared,
And men lie slashed and speared.
Flags dropped in the mire.
Encampments scorched with fire.
Fields once green are red.
Where youth has burst and bled.
Women hope and wait.
Has Paradise this hate?

The whole Creation groans
And Waster’s work bemoans;
Travailing much in prayer.
Did Heaven really err?
Or is the Man to blame
For sickness, death and pain?
Has Adam done his worst?
Has Paradise his curse?

Hold on, brave earth today.
For scriptures do portray
Your ravaged globe restored,
By our returning Lord;
Who comes with saints revealed,
Their bodies whole and healed,
To give Redemption’s Spring,
And Paradise, her King!

PSALM 98: 7, 8, 9
Let the sea roar, and the fulness thereof; the world, and they that dwell therein. Let the floods clap their hands; let the hills be joyful together Before the Lord; for he cometh to judge the earth: with righteousness shall he judge the world, and the people with equity.


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