he will come.

laid bare before the Lord.
heavy burdens, heavy hearted.
i wait upon my Father who will defend, redeem, restore.
not for my sake, for who am i.
face in the dust, i cry out for mercy and grace,
undeserving [of Him].
unrelenting [for Him].
for the glory and honor of all that He is, He will come.
on chariots of fire and with swords outstretched, He will come.
with the tenderness of a Father’s breath kissing his child’s forehead, He will come.
and i will hide in the refuge of his towering shadow.
i am poured out as a candle melted down, burned out; but He has laid hold of me, and so i rise once more.
his flame is never quenched.
justice shall yet appear with truth in her pocket.