08-26-2009, 12:48 AM
(This vision... just in)
The Seed
So Near
And yet believed, so Far Away
So Close
And yet, Still to Come
Concealed, the seed is Mysteriously Growing
In Hearts that will listen, AND HEAR.
At the very door it stands, knocking.
Yet across the world we believe it resides.
He speaks, yet we choose to ignore.
He calls, yet we refuse to go.
By our choice His hand is withered,
Yet strong as creation itself.
By our fears we are struck dumb,
By our doubts we are struck blind!
All that we are is not what was bleed to be.
Although clothed in lightning, yet itching in sackcloth, for that is all we see!
We linger in the empty tomb, when to Galilee we have been sent.
We fight for scraps, Under the table that has been set!
O wretched faithless generation are we,
Sitting on the very edge of final history.
The faith to move mountains,
Yet stunned by the opiate of this world are we!
When will we stand, when will we see,
All that Jesus died for us to be?
The Seed
So Near
And yet believed, so Far Away
So Close
And yet, Still to Come
Concealed, the seed is Mysteriously Growing
In Hearts that will listen, AND HEAR.
At the very door it stands, knocking.
Yet across the world we believe it resides.
He speaks, yet we choose to ignore.
He calls, yet we refuse to go.
By our choice His hand is withered,
Yet strong as creation itself.
By our fears we are struck dumb,
By our doubts we are struck blind!
All that we are is not what was bleed to be.
Although clothed in lightning, yet itching in sackcloth, for that is all we see!
We linger in the empty tomb, when to Galilee we have been sent.
We fight for scraps, Under the table that has been set!
O wretched faithless generation are we,
Sitting on the very edge of final history.
The faith to move mountains,
Yet stunned by the opiate of this world are we!
When will we stand, when will we see,
All that Jesus died for us to be?