When the Peninsula Unites #1935

When the Peninsula Unites In the dawn of a long-awaited day, When the divided lands of Korea embrace, United under the ancient, rugged cross— A beacon calling forth from ages past. Across the world, a stir begins, Echoes of change, a symphonic spin. Hearts tremble with a holy fear, As the call of repentance draws near. From every corner, humanity gazes, Witnessing the fulfillment of prophetic pages. A chorus rises from the depths of souls, Hosanna! In awe, their voices extol. Maranatha! The faithful cry, As tears of awakening moisten each eye. The earth itself pauses in reverent silence, Marking the day of spiritual defiance. In unity, the peninsula rises, A symbol potent with divine surprises. The world, in wonder, watches the scene— On the day Korea stands redeemed. Amen, let it be, the chorus soars, Across valleys deep and distant shores. For when the cross is raised on high, Even the darkest night will comply. -Steven G. Lee (June 25, 2024)