Behold, I come

sunrise-71314_1280 This poem is part of a blog post that I published this morning and thought it was worthy to repost just the poem. I have been thinking of this poem all morning. It holds such encouragement and hope to look beyond this life and this world.

You can read the full blog post here: Where, O death, is your victory?

Here is the poem:

"Behold, I come"—the darkness lightens Above all sorrow and all fear; Beyond the clouds the Daystar brightens, And our deliverance is near; The groaning earth awaits the hour When all the wrongs of time are past, And clothed with glory and with power, The King of kings shall reign at last.

—Annie Johnson Flint