The Returning Son

When darkness seems to reign

And roaring lion roams free

We cower and crouch in fear

Courage flees from weak knees

Some depend on the shine

Of gold and earthly treasure

Still others on power

Deluded by human praise

Falsehoods fly and tickle ears

Flattery flirts with prideful hearts

Ears are tickled by shallow promises

Birthright sold for momentary pleasure

Some feel we’ve evolved so far

Grown beyond our need for God

That we’ve become by science

And our wisest thoughts

Something greater

Something more

What great irony is this

What blindness begs

Wisdom tries to catch our eye

And we’re too busy

Clinging to our own accolades

Deaf are our ears

And blindness steals our sight

Always speaking into the wind

And never hearing His quiet voice

So the earth shakes

And all creation cries out

Since many have ceased

And no longer proclaim

The message of our Creator

The ransom he paid

For our redemption

Our dearly bought freedom

So I ask you this

To take up my feeble cry

Raise your fist at our enemy

Confirm his total failure

Raise the battle cry

Sound the trumpets of war

Lean into Master’s shoulder

Take up the armor of God

For He has gone before us

Laid waste the enemy’s plans

And we have but one duty now

To take back what He has won

So we walk this battle field

Our prayers a refreshing breeze

Breathe out His love with every step

And lift the repentant from their knees

So take heart weary soldier

For this darkness will not last

Raise your eyes towards Jerusalem

And watch for the returning Son