Luke 17: 20 ”The kingdom of God is in the midst of you.”
24 “…For as the lightening flashes from one end of the sky to the other, so will the son of man be in his day.”
When the Light Comes Just nodding off a piercing brightness intrudes Sound of a million choirs reverberate the eardrums Roses of another world fall to precede the Holy One Their scent is delicate and all enticing. Trumpets sound pure in pitch and clear in note They announce the Master’s return to His beloved. All is revealed in the twinkling of an eye And all former knowledge pales when the light comes. Nov.13, 2003
Note: I don’t know how the numbers got ther on the left side of the poem or how to get rid of them. The author.