A Hope For Home Redemption: A Grief Observed
Come, now child! All of this is temporary:
I am merely a vessel bearing this curse.
And I can only run for so long.
Come now Lord, your dwelling place is now with men.
Send your rain, then open up the sky!
They say you're coming soon, but Lord, it's been so long
I'm starting to lose sight.
The solace of licking my wounds has led me to compromise my faith
In all you stood to create.
There's no sun or moon, for You will burn so bright.
We will become shadows in the warmth of your light.
I'm tired of being so thin, so in need of constant reassurance to fill the
holes in my chest, and I'm cracking, I'm finally breaking. Oh, let me
crumble 'till I'm nothing more than dust, and remake me to withstand myself
and this separation. They say all we have is ourselves, but this is so
obviously not enough. So many times I've felt like giving up and I'm
holding on by my fingertips and I feel like screaming, I feel so alone. And
though I've heard your voice before, for my feeble mind, I fear it is not
enough.
Catch glimpse of a falling star
Illuminating the depths of our world
And burning away the pestilence of mankind.
Oh my god, send your rain!
There will be no more death or mourning, no more crying or pain.
For the old order of things has passed away. Write this down:
All of this has passed away! It is done!
