O, crown the treetops. Dowse the world below.
Spread glory to all regions of the earth
Light, beauteous light, set the world aglow.
Flame of the Father’s soul declares His worth.
When sun shall have forever lost his place
The world in full new splendor shall appear
And all Creation glory to His face:
Redeemed. To kind Creator, now drawn near.
But ‘til the angel’s trump returns us home
Cloud by day and fire by night ever guide
Son’s Spirit cries within us, “Do not roam!”
But briefest hour are we to be tried.
Abide, my soul, abide. He shall return.
‘Til then His light o’er all Creation burn.
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Published by Stephaniesninthsuitcase
Hi, there! My name is Stephanie and I’m a Fresno, CA native. After studying at Biola University, I received my MLIS (Masters in Library Science) from San Jose State University. I live with my mom, poet Kimberly Vargas Agnese, and serve as her unofficial agent. We reside at MeadowArc, a food forest in its infancy.
I am called to, and passionate about, purity. In fact, the name Agnes means “pure.” Before I was born, my mom felt led to include the name Agnes in her name, and in the names of her children. My full, hyphenated name includes 26 letters (but not the whole alphabet).
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