I want to be bold and brave, Lord
Yet, fearful I am that I’m not.
For as the time is nearing
The darkness crowds in a lot.
So many deceived by spirits
From religious to lying tongues
Soon your throne will direct then
The shofar calling heralds to run.
Oh many will crush under pressure
For power has been buried…benign
Debates of lesser significance
Have left us as comedic mimes.
The body is limp and dismembered
From gender disputes to roles
Whether your gifts are for today
And do you speak now at all?
Such questions they lend to distraction
The deception has spread now so wide
Even now I hear of your shepherds
No longer hearing Your Spirits cry.
We wonder why few now are coming
To worship and seek Thy sweet face
Perhaps the place they’re coming
No longer bears witness of Your grace.
Restore O’ God all that’s lost, Lord
The ruins and broken walls
Raise up the Repairers of the Breach, Lord
The Restorers of Streets among all.
I lay my head down now my Jesus
Leaving the fears all behind
And when I hear the shofar call
I’ll harken my Masters cry.
May 31, 2017
Those from among you shall build the old waste places;
You shall raise up the foundation of many generations;
And you shall be called the Repairers of the Breach,
The Restorer of Streets to Dwell In…