Erchomai - The Burial

There is an ache that cannot be eased

In this temporary home to which I have been leashed

It drives deep to the core, rattling the oldest of bones

It’s fanning the faintest of flames

And moving the greatest of stones

This primal cry, inscribed into my inner being

Is echoed in the foundations of this groaning word formed earth

This want can I so faintly know

In satisfaction of the seeing

The promises fulfilled by Him

By Him Who has all worth

The One who comes brings with Him judgement

The One who comes brings with Him wrath

Now I ask you this my brothers

Who could stand before that?

The One who comes brings with Him justice

The One who comes brings with Him mercy

How undeserved is His forgiveness

And to my ears is sounds so sweet

This, the fulfillment of Your wishes

The grand unfolding of Your plan

We see as through a glass lit dimly

Until He comes to take her hand

The Spirit and the bride say «Come!»

With all who hear and yet still thirst

The Spirit and the bride say «Come!»

Yet these things must take place first