when mystery mounts the crest of the horizon,
sleep fails the hearts of those waiting to be set free
for they wait in wondrous expectation....
will the veil be lifted?
will joy be unleashed?
will peace descend?
Oh, how I long for passion which unleashes the love of Christ.
Oh, how I pour out my heart in silent repose; yielding, crying.
when the child sits weeping in the arms of his dead mother,
war suddenly becomes personal, no longer a distant headline
for it violates the deep places of the heart....
will it ever end?
will mourning ever cease?
will peace ever renew its vows?
Oh, how I long for obedience which unleashes the compassion of Christ.
Oh, how I long to pour out my life in service to bind up the brokenness.
when hope blossoms from the womb of mystery
those who wait in expectation rejoice
and they proclaim aloud a new song....
will the world listen?
will they who hear perceive?
will the good news take root among the nations?
Oh, how I commit my life to live the gospel of Jesus Christ.
Oh, how I weep unashamed for love and joy with his passion unleashed.
10 May 2008 by Glen Alan Woods
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