their yellow faces so very small
with trumpets make a heavenly call
'come see, come see come see'
and I come on bended knee
before Your great and glorious face
in this fallen and broken place
where I was set so long ago
to combat with my mortal foe
And now you seem so very near
time is running out I fear
come Lord bring your Son again
so I can quit this mortal pain
and call like silent daffodils
in your golden vales and hills.
Copyright L. Ivison 2025
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