When will You take me?

How long shall I feel Your pain?

How many doorposts must Your blood

Be marked on before I go?

Your grief floods my heart

And opens all the hidden wounds -

My stagnant pain pours out to You

In a fresh agony, cleansed by Yours.

Yours is the light exposing darkness

Yours is the Kingdom coming soon

Yours is the power to destroy evil

Yours is the glory of eternal ages.

How long till You take us?

The angels are waiting

The whole earth is groaning

And my heart breaks for Your return.

(by Sarah M.)