I am weary
Holding tightly to the
Precipice of what must be
I am hungry
A man of misery
And my body longs to feel relief
To sleep this night
But the walls are crashing all around me
They force me down
As my body buckles I start to drown
Where can I turn
But to you
Lord come quickly
From the heights above the earth
Ride on the light
Break through the night
And claim me. yours again
Lord come quickly
Let my heart for you be sure
Make straight my path
Hold fast my heart
For your return
With indignance
Softly grieving
At the evidence of what I see
There's few beside me
They desert me
So I feast with ravens above my city
How do they sleep at night
Though there's children crying all around them
They look away
They avert their gaze to what surrounds them
Where can I look
But to you
And now I stride to hallowed ground
I lift my heart to make it beat the sound
Of threshing wheat and pressing wine
The statue crumbling, the burning vine
The scrolls to read, the thunderous trumpets
The moon to bleed, the Beast to forfeit
The thief to come, the mark to burn
The lamb to rise
We pledge our hopes to you oh lamb, who was slain
Come take your throne
Take what's yours again
Blessings and honor and glory and power
To you and your holy name