JUBILEE

The year of Jubilee has come
The captives are set free
The wheels of progress heard to hum
As every searching bee
Finds his way to sun and light
Dark caverns leaves behind
The world embarks on such a flight
As dazzles human mind.

"A shortage?" man is heard to ask
All resources gone?
Then what is this in which we bask
From whence ideas spawn
That make the old earth turn and spin
Until it finds the norm
In which a new earth can begin
Another day be born?

All energy has been expended?
What a joke indeed!
‘Tis only that the day has ended
In which there is a need
For building blocks and ABC’s
And all these childish things
That which the eye of faith now sees
From restoration springs.

A source of energy extends
Beyond the faintest blue
This garment of the old earth ends
In threads of every hue
That spring to life beneath a burst
Of energy so bright
That nuclear fission at its worst
Compares not with this light.

And so the footstool of our God
Shakes its shaggy head
Unseats the men that wield the rod
Where innocent blood is shed
And raises up instead a throne
Where justice is the rule
A government on earth is sown
That gives to God His tool.