by Maria Ragan

Created on: May 29, 2009

I hear the knocking of Messiah
In my deepest sleep
My spirit interceding
For all of his lost sheep

Some are spirits whispering
Some are screaming out their plight
That still send chills down my spine
In the middle of the night

For those that have been forgotten
In their unrelenting shame
And still hope for yet a spokesman
That will bring honor to their name

I hear the train's wheels screech
I feel hands in desperate clutch
Clawing for a miracle
The hand of God, His touch

Yet God's voice remains silent
Though desperate measures sought
Why give us light to carry
And forsake us in the dark

Messiah, here I sit
In this gruesome place
That haunting visions torment
and time has not erased

I smell the stench of black ashes
Falling down like rain
I am groping for an answer
An answer to this pain

In the distance I hear thunder
The sound of the shofar blast
Bringing justice to the prisoner's
Horrifying past

Comfort those who mourn in Zion
He is coming to wipe away their tears
Erasing all that time has consumed
Calming all their fears

Mighty Lion of Judah
Your presence is at the door
I see your priestly garments
And hear your mighty roar

Much will be forsaken
Truths will be unsealed
So cling unto your septor
As your beauty is revealed

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