In the dry places, i hear the crack of the earth cry out
the depths of joy is there, in the desire for filling
as i walk, i see crocus blooming; a light purple, a redeeming spot of colour
this is the colour of my King
He wears robes of white, righteousness His shield;
and He reigns with a regal purple around His waist
the crocus knows His crown
those thorns have known the ground
as all creation bows down
a chorus of worship
all see the splendour of the King, in His sovereignty
the cries and mourning become songs of glory
In the dry places, the bones are raised
life from death, joy from sorrow
but in the dry places, when we cannot hear:
sometimes we cannot bring ourselves to worship
in the silent reverence is his redemptive whisper
from beginning to end, he is working for Good
“be strong, do not fear,
for your God will care,
he will come with vengeance;
with divine retribution
he will come to save you”
as all creation waits with a groaning for future glory
there is an aching in this present suffering
and there:
He whispers
H O P E
to the hopeless, barren land
He turns the silence and sighing into splendour
in the desire for filling, waters start spilling
In the dry places, streams gush forth in the wilderness
by His grace, He transforms our desert places
let it be seen from afar:
the works of His hands are Good
all He has made returns, rejoicing
the salvation of the King is a banner
let it be seen from afar
the One who reigns restores
as i hear creation’s chorus, sighs turn to a symphony
a highway stretches before me
the dry earth is covered by the Way of Holiness
oh how beautiful are the feet of the One:
who walks by his Word
who ushers forward a song of praise
who spreads the news of grace
the tune echoes through the wilderness;
as deers leap with the injured, and lions sleep with children
all over the earth, i see it now, a crown of splendour
everlasting joy anointing the heads of those who choose
to bow before the King
to walk by His Holy Way
H A L L E LU J A H
rises to the One who reigns
the dry places are overcome with the fullness of joy
10.5.19:
Isaiah 35
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