Weariness followed me wherever I went.
My life feels broken and utterly spent.
My time in a box, uncovered and thrashed,
I wade through the waters of unending mash.

Surely the King is in control,
He sees as these tests take their toll
His handiwork is evident all around me
But what of this dying and crying within I see?

Tidiness to all around them, some will bring
Hearts so callous, they drone and they sting
Earmarks of battle, as subjected to trials
On they go, absent of smiles.

Till suddenly the Prince on His stead descends
To torture and oppression He makes amends
He’ll slice em and dice em, and kick intruders out
With His unyielding sword, till His praises we tout!

Bellies of living waters pouring out like a flood
Relying on only the King and His blood
Testimony in the midst of the fray
The King now comes without delay

It’s been a long time coming, He’s been waiting for this,
To give His Bride her new gown, and to give her His kiss.
Suffering and rejection, she’s taken standing firm
Till now when her King brings forward an urn.

He polishes it till the shine of gold she can see,
And in it her reflection shines back to a tee.
She watches as He fills it with new sweet wine
And gives her a huge drink, for she waited a long time.

The snow has fallen on gentle places
Bright smiles are seen upon all faces
Glory and wonders abound in His love
As torrents of His rain fall from above.

She jumps and she dances and sings with glee
At last she knows she is completely set free!
Happiness rises till tears again she cries,
At last an end to all the lies.

His Spirit constantly moves shaking all that it can
What is this – an utter light display , my eyes they do pan,
Brightness all around as angels are deployed
Till all the works of the enemy are destroyed!

Hallelujah choruses play in the distance.
Can you hear the cadence of drums in an instance?
Can it be, is it really true? Do you see the cloud
In the distance it’s growing, no signs of slowing.

Latter rain is falling, shouts of joy I do hear!
Love that overpowers, is driving out all fear!
A train approaches and it’s gathering speed.
The whistle blows, as He performs His mighty DEED!

Main Entry: 1 mash Function: transitive verb
1 a : to reduce to a soft pulpy state by beating or pressure
b : CRUSH, SMASH
2 : to subject (as crushed malt) to the action of water with heating and stirring in preparing wort

Received December 14, 2004.

~ Priscilla Van Sutphin

PRISCILLA VAN SUTPHIN is the founder of Upstream Ministries, California, online at upstreamca.org and blogtalkradio.com/upstream and broadcasts on YouTube at @PriscillaVanSutphin. Email: upstream.ca@me.com
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