There is an ache that cannot be eased In this temporary home to which I have been leashed It drives deep to the core, rattling the oldest of bones It's fanning the faintest of flames And moving the greatest of stones This primal cry, inscribed into my inner being Is echoed in the foundations of this groaning word formed earth This want can I so faintly know In satisfaction of the seeing The promises fulfilled by Him By Him Who has all worth The One who comes brings with Him judgement The One who comes brings with Him wrath Now I ask you this my brothers Who could stand before that? The One who comes brings with Him justice The One who comes brings with Him mercy How undeserved is His forgiveness And to my ears is sounds so sweet This, the fulfillment of Your wishes The grand unfolding of Your plan We see as through a glass lit dimly Until He comes to take her hand The Spirit and the bride say "Come!" With all who hear and yet still thirst The Spirit and the bride say "Come!" Yet these things must take place first