For You and Your Utopia

The day, I pray draws near,
When thoughtful words are spoke,
Where beauty is unbroke,
And I am there to hear.

I anticipate the day—
Oh it will be so grand!
When in the fields we’ll lay
With a Bible clasped in hand,

When wisdom of divine,
Ennobling our very being,
Will lead us to the right,
Will bring us into being.

Till we come to this my friend,
A time of sheer delight,
Of wrong taking to flight
The triumph of the right,
And wicked to their end,
I wait earnestly my friend.


(Now if you would be so kind, may you tell me what you think of it?)