Our inner parts have begun to yearn, <br />For the blowing of the trumpet’s sound. <br />The plantings, for which we did mourn, <br />Will soon give bounty from the ground. <br /> <br />Filled to the full with Jerusalem’s flock, <br />The temple energizes with exaltation. <br />Satisfied with honey out of the rock, <br />Judea enjoys the finest wheat to satisfaction. <br /> <br />Paul’s stay at Ephesus had been at length, <br />So a trip to Jerusalem he did make up. <br />He had to “Sing aloud unto God our strength, <br />Make a joyful noise unto the God of Jacob.”* <br /> <br />So Paul set sail back across the sea, <br />For, at the City of David, his heart must be. <br /> <br />* ref: Ps.81: 1<br /><br />Albert Price<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/pentecost-3/
