by steveliu » Wed Feb 28, 2007 2:52 am
Hi Sister,
This was in a book of poems by G.A. Studdert Kennedy. Sounds like what you're looking for:
Then Will He Come
When through the whirl of wheels and engines humming,
Patient in power for the sons of men,
Peals like a trumpet promise of His coming,
Who in the clouds is pledged to come again.
When through the night the furnace fires flaring,
Loud with their tongues of flame like spurting blood,
Speak to the heart of love alive and daring,
Sing of the boundless energy of God.
When in the depths the patient miner striving,
Feels in his arms the vigour of the Lord,
Strikes for a kingdom and his kings arriving,
Holding his pick more splendid than the sword.
When on the sweat of labour and its sorrow,
Toiling in twilight, flickering and dim,
Flames out the sunshine of the great to-morrow,
When all the world looks up--because of Him.
Then will He come--with meekness for His glory,
God in a workman's jacket as before,
Living again the Eternal Gospel Story,
Sweeping the shavings from His workshop floor.
Hope this is it. God bless!
Steve
Hi Sister,
This was in a book of poems by G.A. Studdert Kennedy. Sounds like what you're looking for:
Then Will He Come
When through the whirl of wheels and engines humming,
Patient in power for the sons of men,
Peals like a trumpet promise of His coming,
Who in the clouds is pledged to come again.
When through the night the furnace fires flaring,
Loud with their tongues of flame like spurting blood,
Speak to the heart of love alive and daring,
Sing of the boundless energy of God.
When in the depths the patient miner striving,
Feels in his arms the vigour of the Lord,
Strikes for a kingdom and his kings arriving,
Holding his pick more splendid than the sword.
When on the sweat of labour and its sorrow,
Toiling in twilight, flickering and dim,
Flames out the sunshine of the great to-morrow,
When all the world looks up--because of Him.
Then will He come--with meekness for His glory,
God in a workman's jacket as before,
Living again the Eternal Gospel Story,
Sweeping the shavings from His workshop floor.
Hope this is it. God bless!
Steve