Tuesday, June 23, 2009

The Awakening

Beyond the distant fringes of this vast and sleeping nation
Beyond the rosy tinges of the dawn
Beyond the boundless limits of a wondrous creation
Beyond the line that human hand has drawn
There is a Hand, an unseen Hand
Which holds a slender chord
And nature heeds its each command
In awe of Heaven's Lord

Beyond the subtle moments when the night-time fades away
And shadows yield to daylight's golden brush
Beyond the crimson brilliance as the midnight turns to day
Melting darkness with its solemn hush
Beyond the blue there is a Hand
That stirs this sleeping nation
It moves with power o'er the land
His land and His creation

And here and there a wary soul responds to His awakening
And here and there a thankful heart is stirred
And here and there a faithful one will rise with firm ambition
Another day of grace to serve the Lord
Oh, one day soon this unseen Hand
Will move with power unshaken
And every soul across this land
On that great morn shall waken

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