High Time
 

Night never lets go easily
Of all that hides
Beneath its covers,
The light of day proves
Too much to outlast
And eventually
Pulls all bedding back. 
So too the plight of sin,
It's not a match for Him. 
The Son has risen,
So lift your head
From off that pillow,
And believe,
It's high time to shine.
 
 
 
 by J. Alan R.

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