- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Ode To God
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Ode To God
There’s a messenger coming over the mountains
To give us good news. Upon his feet – no shoes,
Curly chestnut hair and a beard of brown.
Wearing a robe, white as the driven snow
He is coming, coming to take you home.
The birds in the sky, the clouds silently drifting by
Like the wind you can hear but not see.
He is calling, calling you and me.
A throng of people. Homeward bound
To live this life, gather round. Let your faith
Abound. His promise you must hound.
Lift your voice, make a joyful sound.
The still of the trees, the calmness of the sea.
He is marching on to victory. Preparing the way
The way for you and me.
Love and happiness, he gives unto thee.
For you are a member of his family.
Peace forever will be.
His majesty is waiting,
Waiting for you and me.
No more hatred, no more war.
Knock and he shall open the door
If his name you should call.
