Coming in Glory

The sunlight breaking through the clouds.
I can almost see him there.
With arms and head uplifted,
saying a simple prayer.

Clothed in royal garments,
a crown of splendor upon his head.
Hands extended to those he loves,
reminding them of words he has said.

Surrounded by clouds of glory,
light glowing from his face.
Reaching out to each of us,
with his all encompassing grace.