IT IS KINGDOM COME 👸

The past does not fail
To show its face,
Lately, I claim to be achanged,
Only to feel the same restrain
That held me sway
To take the hate I failed to hate.

I cry and wonder,
Oh Lord, when, just when,
When would I see the beauty
When will I become that beauty
That beauty to behold by all
I guess I dare to say that I think that’s still a phase,
That I should escape.

Oh hail, the One who still has the way
In His hands, all in a page that says travail!!
It’s a daze how it plays away,
The change, the ways, the days,
Of His unchanging grace,
As it sways in all our ways,
Taking the stage to end all our pain.