8.
Sons of Thunder
(Isa.
61:1; Josh. 5:12; Gal. 5:1; Mark 3:17; Luke 9:54)
It’s
gotta be up here somewhere, on this steep, rocky slope.
I’m
desperate to find it if I’m to have any hope, have any hope.
Memories of manna and the pain of yesteryear.
This
assault on
Sons of Thunder, can you metamorphosize?
Can you send the flames to melt these stones
Into a heart, and make it right, make it
right?
Sons of Thunder, can the Lord of Hosts
dispatch?
A fire into my soul to heal my heart,
and give it back, give it back?
It’s
gotta be up here somewhere. I saw it in
a dream.
Where
the villain ripped it out, and left a shell of hollow me, of hollow me.
Why
am I still weeping over this scar that’s on my side?
When
I can smell the land of milk and honey from the other side?
Freedom! Can You bind the
broken hearted? For the captives, You proclaim?
From
the darkest place imprisoned, in the year of His holy name.
Freedom! For those who grieve in the ashes, there’s
a beautiful crown.
Oaks of righteousness for His splendor on the ground.