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I WATCH MORNING COME TO THE DESERT
Dawn breaks quietly like the muted tones
And sun baked sands are hushed and white as
the new day begins;
The desert stirs and wakens and wiggles to meet
With the strength of ages long that never bends
to human wills.
The poppies rub their sleepy eyes, put on their
gowns of gold
And with verbenas go on parade to see the moon
The mute saguaros hold their silvery bloom high
in the air
As the sun tops the mountains, puts gold sunbeams
in each actor's hair.
Then a silence, lone and vast, enfolds all the
As when of old the wise men traveled across the
A sense of something everlasting fills all the
And the great Creator bids me quiet myself
|COMING OF THE KING|
Across the wind-blown desert sand,
under a cloudless winter sky,
wise men came from far away lands,
bearing rich gifts in aged hands
in answer to a Baby's cry.
Down from the frosty mountain side,
in the hush of the silvery night,
shepherds whose hearts had burst aflame,
went forth to worship One whose name
was Mighty God, Everlasting Light.
Wise men, shepherds, camels are gone,
all things may fade and cease to be,
but love born that night for the King
will be a true and living thing
throughout the long eternity.