Words of The Lamb magazine

When He returns
And young men shout joy
This old man—
This old man will weep.
On His appearance
When maidens dance this way
Old women—
Old women, like unto me, will shed tears.

How many years will we have waited?
How many chapters turned their pages?
How many times will we have uttered,
“Come, Lord Jesus, come”?
With hopes and frustrations
With doubts and scars
And times of straying,
Nearly foregoing,
Almost falling,
Held only by Your grip
And Your people’s cords of kindness

Like a dream we secretly doubt
Like a long distance romance, waiting without
—Waiting and trusting in what you said

Then, on an undefined day,
When weddings and vacations and murders and rapes are in progress—
Jesus will return
And those waiting will
shout
and weep
and dance
and mourn

And this old man—
This old man
Will finally be home.