’Til the dawning of the day be night
And all God’s glory comes to light
’Til the sun and moon shine no more
Before all things are finally restored
Sin still shadows the earth as slums
The measure of evil meanders unmoored
Though the kingdom has come
And redemption has been scored
Dwelling in the already but not yet
On the precipice of two worlds
Free, still shackled in flesh and regret
Citizens of the new heaven unfurled
As sin-possessed, but reborn
Broken in death now living in hope
Full of thanksgiving and joy, yet mourn
Harnessed, balancing over fire on a tightrope
Called and placed into an eternal kingdom
To worship the Lord with the heavenly hosts
Rebels rejecting the sovereign with depraved dictums
Still forgiven and saved to the uttermost
All things are being restored for Triune glory
The cosmos, Word, and history tell the story
Eventual paradise realizes the death of sin
Between the beginning and the end.
