The Final Descent

When He Sets His Feet on Earth
He will not come into the upper air this time,
nor call us home by name,
He will come down to where the nations stand
and history burns with flame.

No hidden meeting in the clouds,
no quiet catching away—
every eye will find Him then,
And none will look away.

He will ride out of opened heaven
on a horse of burning white,
and truth itself will crown His head
and clothe Him with its light.

When kings of earth will gather then
with weapons and with pride,
to make their final argument
against Israel’s tribe.

Jerusalem will feel the weight
of every ancient word,
as armies press like gathered storms
against the Promised of the Lord.

Not guests, and not mere witnesses,
not watching from afar—
the Bride, the Lamb’s own wife, will come
to where earth’s armies are.

We will not come with blade, nor crowns
we earned in any wars,
but coming clothed in robes of white,
with the Lord of Lords.

And when the moment finds its end,
no battle will be long—
the brightness of His coming
will be louder than their groans.

There’ll be no need for heaven’s sword,
no angel break a sweat,
one breath of unveiled holiness
and every knee is set.

He will set His feet on Olives’ mount,
the ground will split in two,
and time itself will bow its head
before what He then will do.

The thrones of earth will lose their names,
the antichrist his crown,
and every stolen kingdom
will be laid in pieces down.

Then He will reign a thousand years
where blood and dust once lay,
as echoes sound in songs of peace
and war unlearns its way.

The city long prepared in light
heals the wounded ground,
as heaven’s final architecture
stands where cries were once profound.

There’ll be no more tears, no fear can there be found,
in the New Jerusalem, Messiah is The Crown.
.Revelation 19:11, 14 (KJV)
“And I saw heaven opened, and behold a white horse; and he that sat upon him was called Faithful and True…
And the armies which were in heaven followed him upon white horses, clothed in fine linen, white and clean.”