A selection of paintings, drawings & jottings

The World is dark, the air is still,

Across this empty place,

The desert night is straining,

For the first glimpse of his face.

 

The plans are laid and all is set,

The waiting's almost done,

The pre-dawn expectation,

Of the sunrise yet to come.

 

Anticipation holds the Earth,

While Heaven holds its breath,

He’s set out and he’s on his way,

To save us with his death.

 

We’ll see him born, we’ll watch him grow,

We’ll listen to him teach,

We’ll flock to let him heal us,

Our salvation just in reach.

 

We’ll look away and turn our backs,

When danger closes near,

The shepherd’s struck, the scattered sheep,

Give way to doubt and fear.

 

But soon we’ll know that we’ve been freed,

We’ll never fear again,

And like the desert night,

Await the dawning of his reign.

 

But what is planned was spoken of,

In Visions down the years,

The image of a dawn to come,

Through eyes obscured by tears.

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The looked-for time has now arrived,

The pieces all in place,

The desert night is straining,

For the first glimpse of his face.