This body grows weary, weakened
As first love, as any new enthusiasm,
Strength of youth begins to fade
New pains come forth
Needs before unheard of
Grip tightly, don’t let go,
Struggles, troubles abound, feet must walk softly
Afflictions that multiply like seeds
Nerves are sharpened, put on edge,
Tear at the very soul where spirit is joined.
What strength can now carry us all, carry us through?
What discipline of mind and emotions and will must rise up?
New strength unknown, need cries out to Heaven!
Eyes look far beyond the world
See past the hands of self, human vanity, any human effort
They turn to the most ancient place
And the Ancient One,
To the Throne of Mount Zion,
To the God of Israel
To the place where Abraham once stood in humility
Where the temples once stood,
Where the Holy Presence was revealed, rested in divine glory.
From here as Isaiah said clearly
A rich feast, a fine banquet would be set before us,
Before all mankind with rarest, aged wine
The impossible heavy veil suddenly removed
Dark covering over all peoples lifted
Shroud torn away,
Death swallowed up for all time.
The Holy Resurrected Body of Messiah trumpets this truth,
Voice roars as a river’s torrent.
And this Body, this flock of sheep reminds of heaven’s reality,
Even the Body of Messiah on earth.
With countless others this man looks to Jerusalem as well
Like the generations of so many others, I wait, my generation waits
We stand patiently before the Holy King,
Soon my body, our bodies to be changed as a simple robe.