Wisdom deceived the night,
Turning dawn into a bright new day,
Flowers draped the sharpened edge and covered thoughts run astray,
Still, the notes of mystical winds pulled from a hallowed choir,
These are the strings of the fortnight song.
Follow wild the land and its gifts,
The bold new storms in the lifting mist,
The walk where were led is far away,
Alone in the night we silently stay,
Abandoned between and betwixt.
Walk with me across Jordon’s shores,
If you dare, roared the voice of the Lord,
This land of milk and honey’s lust,
Ask not where it leads or ends in trust,
Just follow the signs sent from above, His majesty adorned.
Encircle this house, and its blood-stained door,
That pathway where Joshua leads.
Tonight, we fight in trust though meek,
A promised land sent twelve who seek,
This place in which life is catawba sweet, and content, within its slumber.
A place where all who obey,
Captured slaves in Ancient days,
Beside one’s towers upon display,
As walls fall from its face in tears,
The sound of rolling thunder.
And in this march, we stake all trust,
Times disturbed are left to dust,
Of unknown travels upon His earth,
And moments left in wonder.
For prophecies only heard,
Deep within the night,
Fill our minds with angelic harps,
Which leave us victors in His light,
In shadowed dawns great wonders.
The sleepless nights when darkness seemed,
As lost as those unloved,
We fell from grace into His arms that held and blessed us from above,
But though we tried to meet swift strides failed to grasp His second dove,
And in the weakness of our trust,
Deceit was torn by the sins of another.
In hearts now left alone betrayed,
All light that’s dim in time did fade,
The spirit in dust of a dismal haze,
Sift through grey ashes, lifted in a blaze,
Left to the burning night,
Forlorn the thoughts that settled around,
The world unleashed ropes unbound,
This falcon’s talons torn.
Light in sight blurred and confused,
The grace, of His deep love, rebounded.
And from dark clouds which shone above,
Question not His gifts in love,
When granted truth from beyond,
A nation born to tribes of twelve,
Beheld the faith and sire of Jacob.