Come God
© 2010 By Terri Marie
Come God, come guard
Come bitter trek
Bring haste to guide
This noble neck
While doom does drop
It's efforts choke
We celebrate
The doomed yoke
No burden large
Shall steal our wings
Or plant its vice
Where angels sing
Let heaven call
With beaconed voice
Deliver the saint
It's the perfect choice
Let heal sweet hope
On darkened face
Draw the dismal
From it's place.
Now praises raise
From attendants blue
As God comes in
Becomes the view
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