With final declaration
With all but final plea
The prophets voices stilled and
The earth was ghostly void
Like when there was just the Spirit
Hovering on the waters
Before the Word ever spoke.
HE IS COMING!!
One hundred years.
HE IS COMING!
And one hundred years more.
He Is Coming.
And still the silence takes its toll.
And still the silence takes its toll.
h e i s c o m i n g . . .
One hundred years again
And still another to pass
400 years of silence
With only these fragmented words
To carry a promise of the past
h e i s c o m i n g . . .
And then when an echo was all
We had left
With dying voice and fading breath
"He is coming"
Became past tense
Because
He Came.