Groan

Waiting,

Waiting, with patience

for the flood to come

for the sands of the sea and the stars of the sky

for milk and honey from the hand on high

Waiting, for home

Waiting, waiting for the corner stone

for the lasting city

for the second world

for the river life

and salvation unfurled

Waiting, for a king

and longing for the end of waiting

waiting redeemed

It Hurts

Satan circles around my back side and says: "it hurts don't it?"

"yeah." I reply, clutching the place just above my stomach. "but its growing me...."

...silence...

Satan ponders for a moment and then speaks again: "Hurts though, right?"

I look to the ground and study it intently

waiting for the image of the Lord's feet to appear.

"I love the bride..." I say "we hurt until he comes for us..."

Looking back to the floor I see him sitting in front of me

and I wash him in my affections.

"But, it hurts." says devil man.

I nod my head 'yes' and I look up,

Another guest is walking into the restaurant.

Its a customer I haven't seen in along time, an Indian man.

I reach out my hand and we shake warmly.

I love him, and for a moment, I know I've seen the lord.

"It hurts because the old is sifting away...." I say heading back to the kitchen.

"I don't have to understand it to know it..."

Let it be

Release.

Oh my soul, release.

Loose the hands that hold his plans

and release.

Receive.

Open oh heart, and be.

Be one,

thy stream come in and run.

Let goodness come

until we are one

let rest be done
of all the works my hands have rung

now come
let it be