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Poems by Arthur Griffith

His Gift

When the Lord of space, in His infinite grace

Stepped down from His throne to our earth,

His angels sang, and the heavens rang

With the news of His wonderful birth.

He had counted the cost of saving the lost,

And gladly He paid that great price,

Though in blood, sweat and tears He endured those years

In a world filled with hatred and vice.

Then to save us from loss, He accepted the cross,

And the anguish of bearing our sin.

His life there He gave that ours He might save,

And our hearts thus eternally win.

But His suffering is done, and the victory won

And now He has gone to prepare

For His children of earth, by a glorious rebirth,

A home far beyond all compare.

When we gaze on His face, feel His loving embrace,

And His musical voice WE CAN HEAR.

All the wealth of this earth we shall count of no worth

Compared to His presence and care.

--Arthur W. Griffith.

THE KING IS COMING

From the ancient page, to this modern age,

Jesus speaks in the rockets roar,

And His voice is heard from the man-made bird,

I am even at the door!

As the tempests sweep from the raging deep,

They shriek with voices loud,

The end is near, and the time of fear

For the faithless and the proud.

In the ills and crime of our sorry time,

In famine, hate and dread,

In the talk of peace while wars increase,

We see the end ahead.

But with hope we await that day so great,

In faith and fervent love

For our coming King, who will rescue bring,

And take us home above.

Arthur W. Griffith.