Treasure Island

Doug Blair

(April 6,1951 / London, Ontario, Canada)

'Til the Branch (Isaiah 11)


No great Leader

Impartial and compassionate

Rescuing the poor

Uniting all men’s hearts

Setting down weapons

Of avarice and bigotry

Giving words of holiness

And Heav’n the focal part.



No great Standard

To gather all in confidence

No great City

Where gates are open wide

No great Highway

Of passage safe and singing

Drawing the nations

To plenteous peace inside.



No great Justice

That crushes wicked scheming

Granting the verdict

To diligent and true.

No great Banquet

Where hunter and the hunted

Feast royal provender

Their chase- and- kill now through.



Wait for the promise

Yes, just around the corner.

Started with David

The man who knew God’s heart.

Ends with Messiah

The Righteous Branch of wisdom

Ends with the Family

Who sing “How great Thou art.”

Submitted: Sunday, May 12, 2013
Edited: Friday, September 13, 2013

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