Our joyous advent of Christ is robust
because of what has been promised to us,
a life we know from experience and thus,
we've seen too much to enter distrust.
Our wait is joyful by how we're persuaded:
like, how colors splash upon the much faded;
how deserts are given water cascaded -
life generated for those once sedated.
May joy persevere as paleness looks near;
plain, and with nothing to offer we fear;
parched, and panting for water like deer.
We will adhere and our joy He will steer!
Always remember, always proclaim;
we will render Christ's beautiful name.
We will hold steady when life is hard;
however heavy or how it gets marred.
From out of the bleak we, too, will arise;
we, those called meek, He will baptize.
The joy we all share regarding the Lord's Prayer;
it's heaven on earth - our pursuit and affair.
Our joyous advent of Christ is robust
because of what has been promised to us,
a life we know from experience and thus,
we've seen too much to enter distrust.
1 comment:
Nice. Now put it to some Lincoln Park and you have a nice song!
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