Poems (Barker)/Waiting
For works with similar titles, see Waiting.
Waiting:
UNTIL LIFE'S SUN GOES DOWN.Waiting in the golden gloryWhile the sun of life goes down,Gemmed with brightest clouds, all shiningFrom the radiance of the crown.While the lovely glimmer points usTo the bright and open gate,Where the peace of Heaven whispers,"Here no weary soul need wait."
Waiting while the rays are fading,As the angels gladly sing,One more spotless soul in Heaven,Hear the heavenly arches ring.Waiting as the last faint glimmerFades in silent gloom away,Telling us that angel fingersClosed the shining gates of day.
Only opened for a moment,As our loved ones enter in,Can we mourn? We know foreverThey are free from grief and sin.Waiting when the song is endedThat a moment bade us smile,Though our weary hearts were breakingAnd we knew it all the while.
When our sun of life is setting,Shall the angel's voice be heard?Saying softly, "fold thy mantle,For it is thy Master's word."Shall the "gates of day" be opened?And the glory of that landFall a moment o'er the valleyWhere our mourning loved ones stand?
Oh! the gems that shine the brightestAre the ones the angels bring,From our hearts most simple kindness,Sweetest songs o'er them they sing.Waiting in the golden gloryWhile the sun of life goes down,Gemmed with brightest clouds, all shiningFrom the radiance of the Crown.