Ruins

Another year goes by
Another turning of the circle
I find myself questioning
I find myself wondering

Where does true faith lie
Amongst the scattered ruins of Christendom
How long must we dredge through these desolate places
Wandering hither and thither
Till we come again
Face to face with the incarnate Messiah
That babe in madonna’s arms

Who came to bring wholeness to the world
Yet here we lie
In fractured ruins
Amongst broken and dry bones
The abomination of desolation made our once hopeful dreams
Into the cords and bindings holding us captive to death

Come O Spirit breathe,
Breathe once again on these dry bones
Come out of her O Israel
Let us not be captive to this world
But let us be captive to the heart and Kingdom of God