A Coming I

I heard a voice call to the dead
A thousand lambs lay slain afield
And in the thunder loud he said,
"Rise up my children for death shall yield."

In the valley where we lay
On the bones of dead long gone
He bid them rise and come to Him
From dust and ashes in the dawn.

I was dying on that plain
My blood was leaking to the earth
And all around me the dead began
To rise alive, a second birth.

I watched my brothers open eyes
That our enemies had closed
And on the plain where battles waged
Our fathers dead before us rose.

I looked to heaven from the earth
And saw a thing I'd never seen
As on the clouds a man came down
And all my wounds had never been.