By J. Randal Matheny © 2015
Grateful are we to live in the last days,
In the fullness of time, when Jesus Christ was born
Of a virgin, God in the flesh, when humble praise
Broke out among shepherds, the holy kingdom torn
From Israel, and given to those who’ll bear
The fruit of God. The days of mystery
Have ended. Now’s the reign of the true Heir,
The Seed of the Gospel. The kingdom’s key
Is offered to all. The call of the Lamb is strong,
He chimes the hour to watch. He bids take sides.
No neutral ground can be held—’tis right or wrong—
He brings a sword, the faith a house divides.
The lines are clear, shall we draw back and blur
The truth? Or speak because we love our Lord?
The priceless pearl is ours — shall we prefer
The home’s comforts, or the eternal reward?
The King returns! The Sovereign seeks his own!
The morning dawns, angelic trumpets ring!
We greet his appearing, in clouds, on cherub’s wing!
What glory to rise with him and see his throne!