Year End
(for Christ the King)
- The royal trumpets fade,
The purple banners furled and stowed,
The glorious parade
Has marched into its grand abode;
The hooves of stallions ring
As the last courtiers disappear,
The triumph of the King
Crowns once again the Church's year. - Now we no longer wait
To wait for our returning child,
We mark the gentle date,
Our generosity compiled;
We hang the Advent wreath
In penitence to Our Dear Lord,
Confirming our belief
In hope of innocence restored. - We hear the prophets' call
For the Messiah to appear
And watch the Empires fall
As Daniel makes the meaning clear;
Our heritage is hauled
From darkened corners of the brain
As we are newly called
To wait for Jesus once again.