The Spirit draws near to the people of Promise, a people grown weary by the delay of Heaven’s remission and earth’s Redemption.
{Singing} Come ye disconsolate, where’er ye languish.
Lean into Mercy, you prisoners of hope, with all your damp, dismayed strength.
{Singing} Come to the mercy seat, fervently kneel.
Pray not just with your words but with your fretful hands and your tissue-torn knees.
{Singing} Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell your anguish.
Has your tongue gone dumb? Then let your feet wail your anguish. Have your eyes grown dim? Then let your lungs inhale the aroma of God! Let the pores of your skin draw in the assurance of Presence amid every abandoning dungeon.
{Singing} Earth has no sorrow that heav’n cannot heal.
©Ken Sehested @ prayerandpolitiks.org. Inspired by Romans 8:38-39 and lyrics to Come Ye Disconsolate.