I gaze across the deadened plains No sign of life, no sound of breeze Within the brook, no brook remains No birds are singing in the trees All nature awaits a soothing balm Some small relief to the parched terrain Then far off though the deadly calm I hear the sound of the coming rain
The Race of Man born of the earth Proud and hardened humankind So sinful from our very birth Corrupted heart and soul and mind Abide we in our realm of sod Delight we in our frame of clay Dead in our deeds our spirits flawed Perfection came to make a way Yet there was such
Oh Lord come quickly! Oh time draw near! We bear our cross through trials severe.
Ireland~800 AD The rich, melodious voices rose up together in unison. The high vaulted stone walls echoed and rebounded the graceful song. In the church, hundreds of candles lighted the vaulted chamber giving it a holy, almost ethereal beauty. One by one, the hooded monks walked slowly into the chapel, their chant filling the air.
Elbereth,the Evening Star, the Star Queen, spoken of in legends for hundreds of years. And yet still a creation of the Lord Almighty.
Oh the sunrise! That painting in the sky!
Twightlight falls without a sound Dark, yet light Day, yet night
The sea is wide and blue as a summer sky As tempest blows afresh The wind! Oh wind, blows high!
One day, probably sooner than any of us realize, time will literally be out. Repent and believe in the Gospel of Jesus Christ.
With weariness of heart I cast my gaze, Soul grieved at all the want around me see;