No One Knows
No one knows the day or hour,
To experience God’s mighty power.
Humble Jesus comes with glory.
This is no cosy Christmas story
Born in poverty, yet owning all,
His life rebuilds humanity’s fall.
He will return to claim His own,
Reap the harvest He has sown.
We keep watch through troubled times
Appalled by warfare, greed and crimes.
Yet our God still holds the key
And one day, waiting eyes will see.
Lowly Jesus come as King,
Countless angels praise and sing.
A child so small will tell the story
Of God’s surpassing awesome glory.
