Why do you fear when He has come?
Why do you fear the rising of the sun?
Is it the dawn, the life, the daybreak, the sky?
Is it the seeds you plant but yet they die?
Turn not to the sky with your fist raised high;
Look toward the East for He draws nigh.
Hope glimmers along there, do you see it?
Just there along the horizon,
though not here yet.
The rays are bursting but cannot shine,
For darkness prevails upon the evening sun.
Yet soon to be our Savior come,
Arising for all, not just one.