The King Descends
by Lisa Blanco
illustration by Phil Starke
A hush came over heaven’s creatures
All eyes upon the Son
The true God would take on human features
The rescue had begun
Whisked away from his perfect throne
To the earth that he had made
What was it like to leave his home?
And feel the warmth of heaven fade?
The angels watched as he descended down
But this king would come again
And he will arise with a glorious crown
That redeems the hearts of men
Raised From Dust 