The Gathering #33
The Gathering
The sun calls to ocean depth,
“All rain clouds to the sky...”
And in their quaint assembly,
The wind comes rushing by.
She moves and gathers clouds
About in strictest array...
As Mother Nature lights the sky
With lightning bolt display.
Angels appear from Glory
To proclaim the King of kings...
As Jesus sits on throne of cloud
While all creation sings.
-Lighthouse Bob
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