Those blood-bought names he never will blot out.
Long have been the years of our pilgrimage
and the herds have withered in the drought.
Still the shepherd leads and calls for courage.
He leads them to an uncrossable sea
and standing upon that desolate shore
he withdraws from his cloak King David’s key
and, with a word, creates there an open door.
The door opened by that key no one can close
and all those souls who enter by that gate
will come to the Temple wearing white clothes
and bearing new names. Come, the hour is late.
The Light does not wait and the Son proceeds;
the High King has come and he knows your deeds.
Other Bible stories from Moss Kingdom:
Old Testament: Some He Bruises, Some He Bleeds: A Sestina on the Covenants, Noah Wakes from a Recurring Nightmare, Abram the Pagan, For the Sake of the Few, The Deception of Jacob, The Unspeakable Name, A Sound of War in the Camp, A Lament for Michal, The Rape of Tamar and the Half-life of Joy, Numbered Numbered Weighed Divided: a Rubaiyat concerning Belshazzar’s doom, Jonah, The Years the Locusts have Consumed