When The Master Comes Poem by Evelyn Judy Buehler

The stars will twinkle so brightly,
When our loving Master comes,
So hold onto blissful faith tightly,
Through myriad tangerine suns!

Jade hills will ring with laughter,
In plum diamond sunshine glitter,
As the dim past ceases to matter,
And never again is anyone bitter.

Vivid flowers will bloom profusely,
When the Master arrives in glory,
And I sign my heart as yours truly,
In the hour of love's final victory!