With Gods Shekinah Glory Filled
With God’s Shekinah glory filled,
Heav’n needs no sun or moon;
As dawn and sunset merge to shine
In bright, unending noon.
No spinning spheres the seasons mark,
No ebb of moon-pulled tide,
No precious moment to be lost,
No time to kill or bide.
No evening when the flowers close,
At looming end of day;
No rush to finish work undone,
No light that will not stay.
No midnight watchman in the street,
Or guard upon the wall,
The gates of pearl need never shut,
No foe can there appall.
No rooster greets the coming sun,
No haste to rise and toil;
No need to wake, for none have slept:
No dreaded daily moil.
No fleeting years, or misspent hours,
No soon, or late, or speed;
No yesterday, tomorrow, nor
A tyrant clock to heed.
No ghosts of past or future there,
In all that light kissed land;
But endless joy and peace abound,
Blessed by the great I AM.
No sick beds, cemeteries there,
No hearts with grief o’ercome;
No tombstones marching row by row
To death’s low sounding drum.
Time’s darkly flowing river now
Is banished from on high;
Before us yearless streams of life:
We have no time to die.