Sunday, December 6, 2015

A Cry for His Advent

Our enemy, our captor is no pharaoh on the Nile.
Our toil is neither mud nor brick nor sand.
Our ankles bear no calluses from chains,
    yet Lord, we're bound.
Imprisoned here, we dwell in our own land.

Deliver us, deliver us.
Oh Yahweh, hear our cry.
And gather us beneath Your wings tonight.

Our sins they are more numerous
    than all the lambs we slay.
These shackles they were made with our own hands.
Our toil is our atonement
    and our freedom yours to give.
So Yahweh, break your silence if you can.

Deliver us, deliver us.
Oh Yahweh, hear our cry.
And gather us beneath Your wings tonight.

from Deliver Us
Andrew Peterson

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