Slow and strong, like light from stars
is the way you’ve formed my soul;
in cold, wide world
where the whispers are
that tangle men with Gods
we built an eternal city
and in it, golden homes
with ruby streets for the gracious dreams
that testimonies serve.
Alone, where so few go
willing to dust and shadow
I shall wait on passing things
to drop their fleshy holds.
So form, like bone from marrow
a man of no low, besetting sin
and bear, in the meat of gospel
what none has ever seen,
like the mystery from beneath a mountain
or the greatest depth of sea;
ride forth, oh Spirit man
and fight until you’re free!
But faith, oh patient life
for slow and sure will be the move
and though you cannot yet see
the fullness shall finally come.
Then, like sun at dawn
a flood shall fill the earth
with terrors only bright
and wide with mighty song,
as bride meets her rescuer
and warriors their waiting Lord.
Then rise all thunderous roar
of a Victory finally won
and honor for all the servants
who answered to the call,
shying not from the blood
or from the traitor in their skin;
who stumbled, never faltered
and sought life within their deaths.
Yes, slow and strong, like glacier flow
yet it will surely come
in the fire, war, and famine;
in joy, love, and hope
the world shall see the glory
and the earth face its God
then at last, in the final judgment
to Hell with all the darkness
and to Heaven with the called!
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