Poezja

Tonight the sky is cloudless and clear,
the stars shine bright and Christmas is near
and on a night like this the Savior was born
and although some people know pain and fear
the world is waiting upon a bright new morn,
upon a dawn when God will come
to take His own people home
and in the distance I hear a truck shifting gear,
a car breaking and blowing its horn
and people act headstrong and stubborn,
as if the tread of this world is worn
and I wait upon the Son of man and God
to bring a end to death and iniquity
and wonder how long it will still be?