AGE DIVINE

Upon the golden sands of Israel

A King, disguised, trod the land

Whom Angels of Heavens, did prostrate hail

Yet glory, majesty, did He disband

Black pearls were the eyes, set afire

Beneath the arched and kingly brows

His deep, soft voice enchanted

Splendorous ardour, from Him, sweet flows

Silk hair woven on the fair forehead

Resolute lips that gently spoke

Heaven’s greatness, expounding, He led

In awe and wonder, all souls to soak

O Age Divine!

Alas! I deserved not thee

My master benign

Through words, you paint, I see

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aviannovice 4 years ago from Stillwater, OK

Voted beautiful. You're getting smoother and it is flowing more. Keep going!


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sharonchristy 4 years ago from India Author

Thanks! :)

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