With humble justice clad and crowned, the Christ of God will come again and sing in every land on earth the song begun at Bethlehem, and justice shall defend the poor as barn and warehouse give their grain, and all the hungry, richly filled, shall feel that Christ has come again. The Word of truth will free the oppressed, and, justly judging every need, will end the power of flaunted wealth, and cruel, quiet, systemic greed. The violence of selfish lust to have and hold at any cost will know at last that God is just, and face the final Pentecost: As thunderclouds of love rain down life-giving, universal showers, the meek will rule, and thus redeem earth's high authorities and powers, as workers dance with heads of state, and all unite, embrace and bring the richest fruits of hand and brain in homage to the humblest king. Say not that justice never dawns, that peace on earth will never come. The promise shines from Bethlehem, for all, forever, like the sun. Along the highway of the weak, the poorest and the most distressed, Christ comes again, and yet again, till earth, and all on earth, are blessed.