The Burıal - Erchomai

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