PS 60

Taking Phoenix Form
Find a footstool for your feet
Helmet and scepter 

Washbin and sandal
All the nations are your tools
Gazing at heaven

The stars for a robe
Rolling them up like a scroll 
Your majesty reigns

Still, you thought to save
Your Salvation like a crown
What will your Hope be? 

A stone with a name
Known only to receiver 
Who will bear this gift? 

Who will bring us in
To City you have in store
The City of God?

Where these things make sense
Hyperliterally so
And you have your throne

I am excited
The promise overwhelming
And so soon at hand

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