If He should come tomorrow, the Meek and Lowly One,
To walk familiar pathways beneath an older sun,
What king would hail His coming, what seer proclaim His birth,
If He should come tomorrow, would He find faith on earth?
If He should come tomorrow, what marvels would He see,
White wings that soar the heavens, great ships that sail the sea,
A million spires arising to praise His holy name,
But human hearts unchastened, and human greed the same.
As in the days of Herod, the money-changers still
In God's own House contriving against the Father's will;
His messengers in exile, corruption on the throne,
And all the little company disbanded and alone.
Oh, let Him come in glory with all the powers of God,
Begirt with shining legions to rule with iron rod,
Till greed be purged forever from out the souls of men;
Lest He who comes tomorrow be crucified again!
--Lilith Lorraine
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