The clouds whispered,
“You’re the Name above all Names.”
The oceans shouted the last words
He has always bear in his mind,
With no second thoughts,
But just a glimpse of the future.
The zeal of his being
And the beginning of everything that sprouts.
He declares, “You are worthy of it all.”
The words that once shattered for the fallen,
Those words that lingered in the mighty sleepers,
The words that have been longing to be found
To be kept and to be lived more than anything else.
And it became more than itself,
More than the splashing bequeathing eternal scent,
More than the salty waters
Caught in every beholder of light,
In the brimming goblet of healing and revival.
The man walked and no one has seen his shadow yet.
The spell of the dearest with a glorious crown
Is as irrefutable as his ethereal beauty.
Oh, the waiting shall be over soon..
The soldiers have been holding their fire for a long time.
They whose chariots have fiery horses in the sky.
In the pages of time, here comes the unveiling of truth
Every day he whispers; clinging and longing to be restored
Like sunbeams on the dying nights with mellow feelings.
Oh the joyous submerge in the arms of the Splendor —
The grandeur of hope, far beyond each hitting arrow.
The outpouring of the bows from heaven
In the form of lightning and thunder,
The resemblance of mercy in the resurrection of a throne.
Calling the united, He who strolls in the beginning
Shall be heard and be laud with praises and anthems.
Let every voice form one speech, one tongue, one language.
And the scattered shall be whole once again.