Oh weary heart, take your rest from the dark.
And lay to wait no more. For the toils of day,
Carry a heavy price far to steep to pay.
So take heed now from these broken dreams
And bleed your soul from within no more.
Garner thy strength from the spirit that
Freely gives and ask but little in return.
Remember now this, it is the promise of hope
that will keep thee safe in the days of evil.
For they fast approach, and soon men will
No longer be able to discern what they have always loathed.
Fear will run rampant and children will grieve,
Cities will burn and the old men will yearn, as
Saint and sinner alike call unto the heavens
Praying for, yet not receiving, just a little relief.
For the times have come that was spoken of old,
The days of tribulation that the prophets foretold.
Yeah though, even in this, there is still the spring of hope,
For your deliverance is but a daybreak away in the
A Risen Son.
J. Allen Wilson © 2003