My Fame To Come.

Bunch of throes
and the fame to come.
Holy songs of desire echoe
in streams of hope
in the beautiful valley.
O my wondrous glory
and my fame to come.
Worthy are the shining stars
that burn slowly through the night.
Yes! My profound vision grows
bigger in the night light and surely
the throes that live will fade with
the dark at the rise of daylight.