WAITING FOR THE KING

Pacific Press Publishing Company · Oakland, California · Dec 17, 1894

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 20, No. 58.

WAITING FOR THE KING.

'Twas in the spring that I received the message, "The King is coming soon along the way," And so I brought my richest gifts together, As offerings at his royal feet to lay.

But mornings dawned and changed to dreary evenings, And he came not, though weeks lagged by in pain; Yet, though sometimes I almost glimpsed his beauty, He neared me but to turn away again.

And other days trailed out their bitter anguish, While nights wore on whose darkness knew no star Save the great hope of that unmeasured splendor Which wrapped the King as he still trode afar.

Sad autumn came, and, dying, brought the winter. My tired heart grew more weary with the snow; My soul was sick with the repeated question, Why does he tarry when he promised so?

And still I wait in steadfast faith, believing That he will come with surety of release, That I shall see him in his matchless glory, And know the blessing of his perfect peace. —Christian Advocate.