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Who's tired of hiding

Behind tools

Purchased to

Appease loneliness?

Who's tired of being hurt

Trusting others

To share burdens?

Its hard to not be bitter

So take the hammer to our hearts.

When it's hard to not be bitter

Take an anvil to these hard

Hard hearts.

We're tired of hearing

That your only watching,

But pain is not

Designed for avoiding.

It's just a small part of 

Your plan.

So, when You play

The flute we'll dance.

And when we hear

Your harp we'll

Hold Your hand.

The Dance is coming.

Write it in a scroll.

Bury it in a cave.

Let the future know

Our determination.

If only we could

See our enemies

Through all this

Flesh and Blood,

Blood and Flesh.

Our hesitation is

Not doubt.

But stillness, waiting.

Eyes covered 

By blood drenched 

Sins, see only

A mirror dimly.

Yet opened ears hear

A harp far off,

Coming closer.

Quiet your heart.

Do not awaken 

Love until it so desires.

For lusts are at

Our door!

For all things are 

Now in His hands.

Sit and wait or

Stand and build.

Just be ready.

The flute is coming. 

Redemption is coming.

Let the monsters

And demons tremble

We will dance for all

To see.  

We once feared Him too

Until He brought us close.

My Sister and I will wait

For the dance is coming.  

Work is Worship

Work, work

Bring it closer

Until it is upon us.

Until everyone can

See. 

Display the beauty.

Display the skill.

The curtain is torn

It shall be hidden 

no more.

Work and build

In your heart a

Place for Glory.

Remove the idols

Remove the schemes.

Establish dignity and peace

Righteous deeds and strength.

Build a place for generations

Of children and their children

To feed.