A Crown of Ashes

Looking down from the heavens near the Ancient Golden Throne
Peer the Eyes of the Holy and True
His Heart beating Love in melodious Tones
Giving Life to All His Creation.
For Aeons that Pass in Seconds of Time
He mourns in a deep sobbing Tone.
Tears veil the Earth as a mysterious Dew
That appears before the dawn of the Sun's awakening
Moistening all that it touches, the Dew of His Tears
Salts the earth with His sadness and pain.
The Living Waters of His Lighted Love
Quell the Fire that His Anguish Ignites
And preserves the Earth from total Consumption
For His Mercy is Great.
Oceans of Compassion swell within His Breast
And embrace Creation in her Arms.
Justice stands back for a time, a time,
And half a time again
And relents till All Has Been Finished.
Mercy extolled beyond it's bounds and graciously spent
Will acquiesce, stand back and turn away
When Vengeance comes forth in the Fury of Night
Consumed with the Fire of Cleansing Light
Clothed in Sackcloth and a Crown of Ashes.
Justice will reign Supreme for One Eternal Day
Till it fulfills the Word of It's Power,
Completing His Work of the Sword and the Blood
And the Ever Consuming Fire
Only to Make Way for the peace of the Lamb
Who in Meekness will conquer Fury of Night
And reclaim His Crown all burnt with the Flame
Replacing the Ashes with the Glory of His divine Love.