When the chords strike
the shouts arise
as
arms fly upward
and
feet move
These saints
are crying out
Coming King
come back
They sing
break the chains
and
they claim
the power
of the great name
that snaps
guitar strings in two
while crushing
the chains that bind
and they sing
through
the night
O nations
Come
find
your Desire

There will come a day
When your little girl
No longer asks you to play
And though you think
You will have
More time
To do more things and
Go more more places
As time goes by
You will really just want her to ask you
to play
Hide and Seek

You never come to me when I am running
or laying awake at night fretting over what I did not get done yesterday
No…
You come to me
when I am
walking
in the woods
and I am forced
to stop and wait
Until
You come,
in the golden

crackling

rain