Great Shall Be the Peace of Thy Children
(Isaiah 54:13)
Childlike, we behold with hope the star whose radiant fire Brings light and promises of peace sung by an angel choir. Shattered like a tower of glass exploding into flame, Like Elijah in the cave, we hear a still, small voice He who bore all grief and pain came living from the grave. A person’s soul can never die. Those who depart this life Shrouds of death are cast aside. Sorrow’s curtains part. Once again behold the star. Hear once again the choir. |
by Robert and Rita Bartholomew