sigh….we will wait


We will wait. Even so,
Come Lord, come.

In these long, last days
We must bear the weight of sin.
Broken, torn, alone;
Till you bring your peace to reign.

We will wait. Even so, 
Come Lord, come. 

Don’t forget us, Lord. 
Don’t forget us, Lord. 
While we wait. 

We will wait. Even so, 
Come Lord, come.

-Sister Sinjin “In these long last days”

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O church, arise

O church, arise and put your armor on;
Hear the call of Christ our captain;
For now the weak can say that they are strong
In the strength that God has given.
With shield of faith and belt of truth
We’ll stand against the devil’s lies;
An army bold whose battle cry is “Love!”
Reaching out to those in darkness.

Our call to war, to love the captive soul,
But to rage against the captor;
And with the sword that makes the wounded whole
We will fight with faith and valor.
When faced with trials on ev’ry side,
We know the outcome is secure,
And Christ will have the prize for which He died—
An inheritance of nations.

Come, see the cross where love and mercy meet,
As the Son of God is stricken;
Then see His foes lie crushed beneath His feet,
For the Conqueror has risen!
And as the stone is rolled away,
And Christ emerges from the grave,
This vict’ry march continues till the day
Ev’ry eye and heart shall see Him.

So Spirit, come, put strength in ev’ry stride,
Give grace for ev’ry hurdle,
That we may run with faith to win the prize
Of a servant good and faithful.
As saints of old still line the way,
Retelling triumphs of His grace,
We hear their calls and hunger for the day
When, with Christ, we stand in glory.

“O Church, Arise”
Words and Music by Keith Getty & Stuart Townend

the room of love

The room of love is another world.  You go there wearing no watch, watching no clock. It is the world without end, so small that two people can hold it in their arms, and yet it is bigger than worlds on worlds, for it contains the longing of all things to be together, and to be at rest together. You come together to the day’s end, weary and sore, troubled and afraid. You take it all into your arms, it goes away, and there you are where giving and taking are the same, and you live a little while entirely in a a gift. The words have all been said, all permissions given, and you are free in the place that is the two of you together. What could be more heavenly than to have desire and satisfaction in the same room? If you want to know why even in telling of trouble and sorrow I am giving thanks, this is why.

-Wendell Berry, Hannah Coulter

eternal weight of glory

Now the days and hours and moments
Of our suff’ring seem so long;
And the toilsome wait and wond’ring
Threaten silence to our song.
Now our pain is real and pressing 
Where our faith is thin and weak, 
But our hope is set on Jesus; 
And we cling to him, our strength.
Oh eternal weight of glory! 
Oh inheritance divine! 
We will see our Lord redeeming 
Every past and future time. 
All our pains will be transfigured, 
Like the scars of Christ our Lord. 
We will see the weight of glory, 
And our broken years restored. 
For behold! I tell a myst’ry:
At the trumpet sound we’ll wake
“Death is swallowed up in vict’ry!”
When we meet our King of Grace
Every year we thought was wasted
Every night we cried “How long?”
All will be a passing moment
In our Savior’s vict’ry song
We will see our wounded Savior.
We’ll behold him face to face;
And we’ll hear our anguished stories 
Sung as vict’ry songs of grace. 

save us

O Spirit of Jesus, we need Thee.  Every morning, noon, and night we need Thee.  To change this world out of its wretchedness into Thy gladness we need Thee.  Oh, come with Thy great power.  It was to the great hearts, t0 the world-minded, that Thou didst promise Thy presence; “Go ye into all the world,” Thou didst say, “and lo, I am with you always.”  Save us from ourselves, from our narrow nationalism, from mere sectarianism; save us for Thy kingdom.  Save us for the world-wide brotherhood.  Save us for Thyself.  Save us to be stewards of Thy grace.


-Ralph Cushman, Pocket Prayer Book, 1941