Don’t you know that I wrote it all down.  Not to be a man, looking over your shoulder.  But as he held me I couldn’t get that picture of you suffering out of the back of my mind.  He looked me in the eye and knew I was meant to find you, then you bring you round to the other side of the cross.  I didn’t know that His grasp would be eternal, but I just hoped that He would get us beyond this life.  Where we were hurt, lying crushed our wounds seaping from the wars, but we had won, much more than we expected.  We were cleansed and given a new name.  Now I’ve found that I cannot wait to see you and I know where forever you’ll be found.

I whisper His name and I know you are with Him.  Sitting there honestly bathing in the river of His spoken word.  You’ve found your place giving God the glory.  I will come round when the work at last has done.

Sitting on the cabin floor, with splinters and dust and a breeze between the rafters.  Winter has come again to leave it calming stain.  And as the stocks return to the dirt that bore them, I walk straight north, where the desert meets the sky.  And I look up and wonder how many weeks, how many years I’ve left to await His coming.  It seems so near and then something happens to make it seem wrong.  But this time it’s gotta be close, this time its gotta be close, because it’s all gone so wrong, the tune of their song its no longer about the good of humanity.  The son of the enemy sits in darkness awaiting spirits return to God’s side.  Don’t be sad that you’ve lost my fellow men.  This is the way it was always meant to turn out.  Too many things get in the way of our thinking that God seems to be drummed out, brushed out, drowned out of our thinking to the point where we don’t care what happens to us.

Jesus is readying, to return for His Bride, His Church and to preside over judgment so alarming to some, they’ll beg his forgiveness when it comes.  Too late tomorrow.  Only have tonight.  So before you must sleep become one of His sheep so that heaven awaits you when you die.  There is no alternate scripting.  There is no other way for this to go.  It’s His show and it suddenly turning toward the ending to which we all go.  So don’t wait a breath can be too long now, don’t think just give your heart to God.  Found among the brethren at the wedding supper, served by Him who has loved us and waited and watched and prayed for each of us in intercession.  For God’s timing is impeccable.  God’s timing leaves nothing to doubt.  If you’ve been wondering when I would be silent, I promise one final shout.  And as I go straight away to slumber to be lifted, snatched back to his side my tears even now are all drying as our Groom has returned for His Bride.