Things of Old

There were things of old that had been said
Things that dreamers dreamed
The hopeful hoped and for what weepers had wept
They were holy and divine, right and true
Things that were read and read and read
And the glory of God fell
His flames blazed
Huge fumes and unquenchable
We think of wrath but I write of His mercy and love
It blazed from within us
Burning from within us
Sacred and holy things
We were His flaming arrows, fulfilling our calling
The blind had sight again
The lame walked
The sick were well
Receiving the healing in His wings
The lost stumbled and ran and fell into His everlasting arms of love
The bound were set free
Addictions were banished
Waters filled dry lands
The dead rose and dry bones lived
Singing was heard again
Beauty was recognizable
God's glory had fallen
We were astonished
For our dreams were being fulfilled
Even ones we thought just might be too good to be true
It was right
Our hearts knew, our hearts settled
Our hearts had peace
We were here in His glory
It was bigger than us, yet we each played an important role
We began to believe, we began to know, we began to see, we began to hear
In this moment...
The things of old that had been said
Dreams that the dreamers dreamed
Hopes that the hopeful hoped
Cries that the weepers wept
Were Christ's fulfillment in us,
When He is truly crowned our King