Join as one,
Vast cloud of chosen ones, foreknown
Whitest Spirit white, a parade across the sky
Triumphant flock that moves peacefully through the heavens
Lifted mercifully from this common earth
Separated at last from death and destruction.
True shalom rules the few, the earth remnant,
Confidence settles from above-
In famine, food in abundance;
In driest desert, streams of fresh water,
Even near wide and shallow pools of human filth and violence.
Yet, clean, unspotted garments and minds,
Souls always renewed, thoughts refreshed
Faces steadfast as flint
Fearless in the face of any darkness
Hope anchored, heads lifted high,
Salvation draws very near
On this good day of trust,
This Day of the Lord!