Still Comes

This orb is not spinning
     around or
          on and on.
In truth, it is winding
It is a drunk 
     stumbling beneath
          the heavy weight
               of its rebellion
                    against God.
And from the gutter
     it will not taste again
          the hair of the dog.

And yet, the Christ 
     on a white horse rides,
          charging up old Calvary
               to stick the flag
                    of victory.
From canter to gallop,
     then a tall rearing up,
          His will is His Son's
              And His kingdom 
                   still comes.

Isaiah 24:20
Revelation 19:11

See this poem @ His Newsman

by J Alan R
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