Majesty
My Love rode on
in majesty,
His purpose to
secure.
I watched in
wretched wonder,
my heart such
pain adjure.
He looked aside
into my eyes
the windows
of my soul.
The Son of Man
in fear and doubt,
the Son of God,
repose.
Ride on, my Love,
in majesty,
as long the ages roll,
and sing the song
and dance the dance
of Gilead’s
fair toll.
August 5, 1995
—
Mary Carolyn Lawson
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