Though Surge of Moments Rolls...A Song of Praise

Though surge of moments rolls

Across earth’s plundered plain

It can never quench the soul

Of hope’s joyful refrain

The demons of death’s doom

Tremble beneath the robe

Of Triumph’s Holy Groom

Holding Time’s tortured globe

Lift high your gladsome song

For it can never cease

Soon we shall join a scared throng

Hailing the Prince of Peace

The Babe in Bethlehem

Is Heaven’s King of kings

And Calvary’s slaughtered Lamb

Conquered Death’s curs-ed sting

The surge of moments rolls

In hours, weeks and years

The Christ of Bethlehem consoles

And holds these time-warped spheres

Our praises we repeat

For He will soon return

With angels legions at His feet

And gathered round His throne

His songs will never cease

Highest holy esteem

Love’s everlasting Prince of Peace

Is mankind’s hope Supreme

© Janet Martin