A Poem by Thayne Whipple
Nebuchadnezzar
Oct 25, 2015
Head of gold, great king -
What sorrow time must bring.
What sorrow time must bring.
Foreknowledge of the end of time,
When only iron and clay doth stand.
When only iron and clay doth stand.
Soon rent and in its stead
The kingdom of our living head.
The kingdom of our living head.
Stone cut without hands
Will cover all the earth —
Will cover all the earth —
Would you rather stand as servant in our Father's land,
Than king in yours with pure command?
Than king in yours with pure command?
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