I delight in the night when things are set right. My body and mind will find rest. But my heart waits for the day and all that’s coming our way. Revealing results of each test.

The season began as God said let us make man. Giving him Purpose, image and hope. Made for great things and the joy that it brings. With no limit or end to the scope.

Let his life be made brief and the weight his belief. In discovery the evidence lain bare. For Grace he shall proceed according to need. Each blessing an answer to prayer.

Now let the great bells and halls ring as the faithful will sing. Of praises and wealth all rewarded. The covenant made that shall never fade. And the Eternity have all been accorded.

For promise is born destined to be torn. From the hearts of those willing and able. The bread first is broken to vow shortly spoken. As betrayal gets up from the table.

The eggs we have broken and the doubts we have oft spoken. In our moments of petulant pride. Upend or append the wounds that we mend, When we accept to be Jesus’ Bride.