I have seen the Glory of the Coming of the King,
And it was hardened with laughter of celebration,
Like dogs playing in the sun, chasing splashed water.
It was laughing divinely in celebration,
Inundated with charm and holy power, like Krsna in the wood.
I have seen the Glory of the Coming of the King,
And it was infinitely chipper, like the majesty of joy,
Presiding warmly with just enough distance,
Yet presiding silently, such that,
Mystery tickled me, like cinnamon-sugar toast to my tongue.
Familiarity is the brazen horn sounded, its bell vast among infinite stars, cold and ordered.
I have seen the Glory of the Coming of the King!
All roads lead to God, a love supreme.
One common thread that runs through every song, or dance, or work of music,
Every print, or painting, or mural, every sculpture or piece of the visual arts,
Every piece of literature ever written, every piece of theater ever performed,
Every side street act, every school skit, every film, every moment, every death...
There is one thread in common with everything under the Sun:
Whatever statement the song or the piece or the performance is making,
By virtue of its existence as a created identity,
There is implicit in its craftsmanship work which, for all time,
Praises the triumph of Jesus Christ.
In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit,
Hallelujah and amen!
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