Behold, the coming King, The overcoming Lord. Before Him, all The nations fall Beneath His glit'ring sword. Though all the world rebell And spit into His face They earn His ire And feel His fire; They did despise His grace. Repent while there is time And serve the LORD with fear. Bow low and kiss The Son, or miss The blessings faith brings near.
HRC
Excellent Poem!!
You have an amazing talent for writing. I was wondering if you had a musical theme
to go with your poem?
DF
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There WAS a tune going through my head when I wrote that: “Behold the Lamb of God” from Majesty Music. This is where you can listen to it, if you’re interested: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4-XC0Ek5JX8
I didn’t actually use the whole tune, just the first part, and I was thinking it decidedly faster than they actually sang it.
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HRC
It sounds to me that the song and the poem would go very well together!
Thanks for sharing!
DF
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