Good men keep the light:
Stars in the darkened world,
Seen below the clouds
As the mighty shepherd peeps.
How ripe a time is it
for the trumpet’s rippling hit?
When the last is gone,
Then, surely it would be.
Good men keep the light
And doom's day is pushed afar.
In presence and in speech,
Peaceful men can have their seats
And war is stopped at words.
Let then the leaves be green
While their stay may ever last
For ‘thy holy kingdom come’.
Good men keep the light.
Let the earth enjoy their taste
While the salty mix endures.
Candle-stand upon the top,
Bringing hope upon the lost.
Dearest beings of the Master Up,
But when their souls are gone
Then, surely it would be.
Good men keep the light.
Let’s churn out more of them
That grace may linger still
Against the angel’s horn.
That day of doom and gloom
That siesmizes the heart,
May be bidden far today,
Till very far away.
Feb 7, 2021
Feb 7, 2021 at 6:40 AM UTC
Good men keep the light:
Stars in the darkened world,
Seen below the clouds
As the mighty shepherd peeps.
How ripe a time is it
for the trumpet’s rippling hit?
When the last is gone,
Then, surely it would be.
Good men keep the light
And doom's day is pushed afar.
In presence and in speech,
Peaceful men can have their seats
And war is stopped at words.
Let then the leaves be green
While their stay may ever last
For ‘thy holy kingdom come’.
Good men keep the light.
Let the earth enjoy their taste
While the salty mix endures.
Candle-stand upon the top,
Bringing hope upon the lost.
Dearest beings of the Master Up,
But when their souls are gone
Then, surely it would be.
Good men keep the light.
Let’s churn out more of them
That grace may linger still
Against the angel’s horn.
That day of doom and gloom
That siesmizes the heart,
May be bidden far today,
Till very far away.
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