If he is not here – fast:
Weep, mourn, tear your clothes, shout and gnash and burn
Be shrouded in sackcloth and anointed with ash. Oh, see you’re loved and turn.
Till then, flood your eyes till they are empty sore,
Abandon hope of rest, of peace of anything anymore.
Go on and silence you voice through desperation screams of, “I”
Let distortion rage and rule and reign and crush you as you cry.
The lack of him so great.
But he is here – see:
Throw yourself in sweet humility at the feet of Him
Surrender to his beauty and his love and sing
Throw off any empty serenade
Discard the pointless death parade
The joy of him so great.
Look and see and know he’s here – feast
Rejoice; sing celebration’s song: Life roars.
Know that you are his and he is yours
He is life
And He is here