The sun shines but it is not day it is night
a man walks, but he is dead, he is not alive
he outwardly loughs, but inside him he cries
The cry of a woman can be heard, of an unborn child
That of a tormented slave, of an abused wife
Jesus Christ our Lord quickly come do not delay
All creation groans and earnestly waits
A bird sings bud it is not a song it is a sigh
Priest and judge corrupt are full of pride
Unclean with sin and filth inside
Hypocrisy and greed and strife
like sepulchers are full of bones but outwardly white
Jesus Christ our Lord Maranatha in justice rule and reign
All Creation groans and earnestly waits
Things that glitter have become our chains
We thing we are masters but we are slaves
All our comfort made us week and vain,
We eat and drink and throw away
And the wisdom of the world has killed our precious faith
Come Lord wipe our tears put an end to sin and death and pain
We groan, for Him we earnestly wait
The Mountains and hills before Him rejoice
And trees do sing and clap their hands in joy
wolf and lamb they now live in peace
and lion and goat side by side they feed
Swords and spears words that tear are no more in need
The Sun of righteousness has risen, with healing in His wings
Our Savior has come, our heart’s beloved King
M.Y 2012
