Classic Poem

Perhaps today the clouds will part asunder,
Reveal a glory brighter than the sun,
And we shall view with transport, joy and wonder,
The hope of earth and heaven's beloved One.

Perhaps today the world's last taunt shall grieve us,
And Satan, foiled, his final dart shall cast,
And all our flesh's frailties shall leave us,
And disappointment evermore be past.

Perhaps today from weary beds of anguish
God's suffering saints shall breathe their final sigh,
In glory rise, no more on earth to languish,
To meet their great Deliv'rer in the sky.

Perhaps today the trump of God resounding,
Shall wake the sleepers from their beds of clay,
And we with them our longed-for Lord surrounding,
Shall see His glorious face—perhaps today!