Poetry on God's Creation "And creation's wonders are but the outer fringe of God's works; how faint the whisper we hear of him!"---Job 26: 14
Friday, July 15, 2011
The Promise of A New Age
The pen has run as dry as dust, The ink is pale and gray, The wealthy man, the upper crust Seem wan, and walk away. A silent clock clicks on and on The dusk has passed to light; An age has turned in to the dawn And banished failing night.