.
A Joy That
Wakes the Dead
.
Let the rivers clap their hands.
Let the feet of the mountains dance.
Let the trees sing off their heads.
Our Lord, and Savior, is coming.
May we even more so shout
With a joy that wakes the dead.
Psalm 98
See this poem @
His Newsman
.
by J Alan R
|
Back to Index
|
