Waiting for the Savior

Justice falling through the sky
Upon our bare and broken shoulders.
Raising torn hands, a mute cry
From the wreckage of fallen boulders.
Wailing in the silent dark
Alone 'til the tomb's cast aside.
Within our hearts a spark
Is sown for the morningtide.
When the voice will speak from the heavens
And pierce our spirits through,
A voice so full of tenderness
Pain and love, grief too.
The voice of our father in heaven
Intoducing his Son to you.