(I’m not much of a poet, but here goes…)
“…As the leaf falleth off from the vine, and as the falling fig from the fig tree.” Isaiah 34:4
As the leaf falleth from the vine,
As the fig falleth from the fig tree,
You shall fall into my mine open arms,
And we shall tumble in the reedy boughs,
And all the world shall slumber.
And while they sleep
A thousand sheep
Shall be met with the sword of God.
And a thousand goats, and a thousand steeds,
Shall fall thereto.
The ground is soaked with blood,
The sky is grey with vengeance,
But we are perfect before his eyes
(Fallen into my arms)
Here among the reedy boughs.