Christ Comes

Christ comes, the promised peace of God,
His hands with healing filled,
In Him is brokenness made whole
And love from hate distilled.
And when He comes, for whom we long,
Then will all rage be stilled.

Christ comes, the promised hand of God,
To cast the veil aside
That shrouds the world in bitter grief,
Where none from death can hide.
And when He comes, for whom we long,
Then will all tears be dried.

Christ comes, the promise kept by God,
The faithful One, and true.
In Him is ev'ry hope confirmed
And ev'ry fear subdued.
And when He comes, for whom we long,
Then all will be made new.

~Genevieve Glen, O.S.B.



{Praise be His Holy Name! :))) }