Pot-pourri of Poems by Mary Andere
Advent - The Coming
The Lord Most High.
The One Whose Eyes are as a flame of fire,
Who comes with a fan in his Hand
to winnow false from true
The One Whose Feet shine as burnished brass,
beautiful Feet upon the mountains of delight,
and in the valley of the shadow
The One Whose Name is 'THE WORD OF GOD',
Who is called 'Faithful and True'
thy LORD and thy GOD!
Coming, LORD? When?
Soon. When men shall say, "Peace and Safety!
He does not come, and we may do our will
for there is none to stay us or avenge!"
Soon. As the lightning strikes,
as the day breaks, as the Word of GOD fails not
Coming soon, LORD? For what?
To judge and to make war!
To smite the nations and to rule them with
a rod of iron.
To tread the winepress of the fierceness
of the Wrath of GOD.
To heal and to bind up the wounds of the afflicted,
To look on him that is poor and of a contrite spirit,
and to have mercy on all that are
oppressed and desolate!
Coming for judgment, LORD? For whom?
For thee, O man!
For thee whom I have made
with the Word of My Lips, with the Word of
Thou art the man!
Wash you and make you clean
in the Blood of the Lamb!
Put away the evil of your doings from before
Behold, I come quickly!
Be zealous, therefore, and repent!
LORD JESUS CHRIST, Son of the Living GOD -
Be merciful to me, who am a sinner!