My ramblings....

R 8

Over the mountains
Birthing creation cries
All have found His glory
All wait to be alive

And even though our mouths are empty
Of anything we want to say
The Spirit moves, it feels us aching
It gently lifts our hearts to pray


And though we stand amidst this chaos
Longing just for simple peace
He will fill us, overflowing
Never thirsty, starved, or weak

And though it seems we're built for breaking
Our expextance wont fall short
He will take us to His Glory
And stand us strong before our God

Oh we are a suffering kind
Hold us dear in your eyes
We will wait in desperate hope
Give us life, give us joy

We are a burdened people
We cannot carry our own
We wait for your return Lord
Or til you welcome us home

posted by Unknown @ 10:55 PM