Next Time

The first time He came
He was a tiny baby.
So few saw Him:
Some shepherds,
Wise men from afar.

But next time He comes
A trumpet will sound
Every eye will see him:
Those who eagerly await him,
And those who curse his name.

Not a baby next time!
Lord of Lords, King of Kings,
And the night will not be silent!
Nor will it be dark–God’s glory
Will shine all around!