No Shadow

The clouds will seem as smoke
The sun will turn to red
That burning sphere will cloak
The bodies of the dead

The evil will run and hide
And gather all they’ve stole
And hold it to their side
Unwilling to let it go

The weak will dry their tears
With the pages of the scroll
Whose words will break their fear
And free their weary soul

And the sky will open up
A white horse will descend
And its blinding light will leave
No shadow

The winged choir will sing
In rows across the sky
The wicked look trembling
The righteous join their cry

The plates that formed the earth
Will shift impatiently
As they did upon their birth
Stirring up the seas

Then frozen in their place
All will hush in awe
While fixed upon his face
Upon their own they fall

And the sky will open up
A white horse will descend
And its blinding light will leave
No shadow