When peace comes down, again.

Calling out for peace,
Holding hope for tomorrow,
O that the strife might cease,
But all that returns is sorrow.
Where to turn to now?
Whom to cry to for help?
How long can we hold out
Until the sky falls down on us?

We're calling out to You.
We need a miracle,
Pure and true,
To revive our souls.
Make us new.

As the darkness fades and the light beams forth,
We're mesmerized at the all-surpassing worth
Of Your work.
What was once veiled,
And formerly concealed,
In the face of the Son of Man
Has fully been revealed.

So I cry come Lord Jesus,
Not take me home.
But make me home.
Finally the place where You've set Your throne.
But not all will be going,
Because some keep rowing,
Striving against the waves
And God's love's flowing.
Towing the sins they own,
Owing debts full-blown,
Calling out for the mountains to enclose 'em in stone,

But the mountains will flee with the sea.
The sky will rip open to display God's glory.
None will be hidden from His face on that Day,
When Peace reigns full and the wicked are repaid.

So plead for peace quick,
Because the Judge is coming soon,
To lavish us with more love,
To manifest evil's doom.
Put your-self to the tomb,
Turn to our Groom,
Praise the Living One who makes life from death bloom.


Draft.