Longing For That Dawn Poem by Timber Koleden

These are the days of desperate plea
When the winds blow so coldly
Muffled cries rise up far away
In dark places—unlit by the day
In caverns far away from light
Prayers are offered in the dreadful night
Faithful hearts are pleading
For their blessed King's returning
When the sky will be split asunder
And all the world will look with wonder
The darkness to be reeling
As the saints are praying kneeling
We are waiting—our hearts burning
Waiting for our King of Glory—yearning
When light brighter than the sun
Like golden rivers run
Our world will be remade
And every sorrow of the saints wiped away