We’ve already won yet we wait;
The devil’s disease, infected;
The Cure, waiting, not elected;
His glorious coming is delayed.
So we’re in the last hour; our state
Is to subject all things to Him,
To take the evil from the dim
Corners of this earth, set it past:
A new earth is revealed at last.
Come Lord! we sing in steadfast hymn.
Gary Edward Geraci
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- Comment from author about the poem: Written in the Espinela form.
- Category: Religion
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Good write/steadfast hymn there Gary.
Thank you, O!
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