Wednesday, August 3, 2011

the coming.

I will keep my eyes open.
When the ground trembles and the water rises,
I will refuse to miss the brilliant coming.
Watch and pray,
You who call on the Lord.
Though an army encamp against me,
though war may rise against me,
in this I will be confident.
I look to the hills;
to the horizon,
where my hope comes from.

Behold, beloved...
longing, He rides the sunset.
I will keep my eyes open,
because therein is this joy of mine fulfilled.
I will decrease, You will increase...
therein I am satisfied.
I will keep my eyes open, 
to behold the One I hope in.
I will make for you a resting place.
I will keep my eyes open.

1 comment:

  1. UGH... I die. "He rides the sunset". You are an amazing writer.