Great Deeds

 

Great Deeds

 

Great deeds, boiling wait to erupt!

Great deeds, of Great Earth’s man kraft!

Ripe is Epoch, and Moment, and Time,

for the Trumpets to enter the chime!

 

See the lights in the skies multiplying?

Hear Earth, rushing lava to ash?

See the fields of the magnetic powers,

changing poles, lightning mountains and crush?

 

Maybe you will remember the Father?

Maybe old echoes of His Name will fly,

in some ancient remembrance of epochs,

you forgot, or escaped to your eye?

 

Oh, what marvels New Times will be birthing!

Oh, what wonders will happen to be!

You’ll be stunned, and you’ll faint, in the Beauty

Father’s Blessings will flood in full glee!

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