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The King Arose and Will Arise

by Annie B © 2020

The King Arose and Will Arise

The King arose as the morning dawn
while the triumphant elect wait.
His beauty gilds the eastern skies
and their joy in His life awakens.

No longer living as God’s child;
But to bear and fight and to die.
Now crowned with glory as God’s Son;
Rapturing His Own in the sky.

Much brighter than any rising morn,
When in victory He then arose.
He left the loathsome place of His death;
Even spiting the rage of His foes.

Our King will come as daylight dawns
and earth’s darkened nights will have passed.
Make haste O’ Lord, to capture me
in God’s Day that will always last.

Allow the endless bliss to begin
for His weary souls foretold;
When, right shall triumph over the wrong;
and His Truth will always be extolled.

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