For every ONE promise of Your first coming
There are EIGHT promises of Your second
A bold declaration of Hope
The first Advent, humble and quiet
A star in the darkness
A baby curled up in human frailty
A whisper in the silent night
Emmanuel, God with us
God made flesh, dwelling among us
This time between Advents; between Comings
A waiting, between two Great Hopes
The second Advent puts all to right
Star of David will banish the darkness
The sun, eclipsed by The Son
Emmanuel, God among us, becomes Emmanuel, God come for us
God dwelling with man, becomes
Heaven come down so man can dwell with God
And so, with an eye on the distant sky
Maranatha – Our Lord Comes!
Behold, the dwelling place of God is with man.
He will dwell with them, and they will be his people,
and God Himself will be with them as their God.
He will wipe away every tear from their eyes,
and death shall be no more,
neither shall there be mourning, nor crying, nor pain anymore,
for the former things have passed away.