He Appears Among The Clouds. Poem by R. K. Hart

The trumpets have gloriously sounded,
From this scene, evil has been hounded.
Nay, wondrously and assuredly defeated,
Satan has failed and punishment meted.

There He stands robed in gowns of white,
There lays lion and lamb a beautiful sight.
God appears and every eye does see,
Filling the hearts of saints with unbridled glee.

Midst seven candlesticks is the Son of man,
In armour with golden girdle in glory He stands.
Every hair on His head is as wool pure white,
His eyes are like a fire flame a fearsome sight.

He holds in His hands stars seven,
Speaking to 7 churches words from heaven.
His voice a sharp two-edged sword,
Power and might in each and every cord.

To look at the Son is to look upon the sun,
See Him and surrender at the feet of the Holy one.
He is Jesus my Lord of the resurrection,
This He did because of His wondrous affection.

So dear one may I ask are you ready,
Is your salvation solid or unsteady.
Accept no salvation less than Christ,
Freely given this salvation cannot be priced.