Kingdom came.
Wars were done.
Over the earth birdsong not bombs.
Savior strode.
Despots ducked.
Down-trodden danced in the streets.
Deserts bloomed.
Toxins turned to water.
Scraped and scratched the soil sighed.
This my soul’s utopia fades like an ember dying.
The spirit thrives when the body is embattled.
Kingdom comes by conflict not a yawning eternity.
To hope is not to wait but to work.
To re-create crushed creation.
To rescue and redeem the ruined.
Trumpets and angel armies will herald
A coronation not a battle.
Christ comes quickly so we strive.
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