The Dawn

The real faith is lost and Evil Force
Has desecrated all the holy things
And amputated angels' feeble wings
To ride itself along a bloody course

When bigots roam and fences are open
The night grows dark, but in the firmament
There is a star that declares, 'dawn's advent
Is not far', yet meanwhile what may happen?

Who has the bridle? Who's there to tame
The Evil unleashed? Weep not little mind!
The eastern sky has cracked: to save mankind
See, the Son of Man in glory and fame

There appears with a great fan in his hand
To winnow chaff away into the fire
O faithful servants, kneel down and admire
For he only can fulfill this errand!

***The End***