Longing for the Promised Land
Where, O Lord, is thatLand of Your promise,The one flowing with milkAnd with honey?
Broken and distant,Covered in fragments,We buzz like honeybees,But make nothing.
We ache to belong,And partake of the good,Not only to blossom,But bear fruit.
We give of our wombs,Yet labor in vain,Our creativeEndeavors upended.
Forty years in the desert,‘Tis idols and fear.Lord, teach usTo cycle in grace?
To BECOME as You are,we return to Your Name,And bask in the lightof Your face.
Roll away the reproach,We’ve carried along.Pour oil down upon usAt Gilgal.
When we’re filled up again,We’ll go out from this place,To bind up the heartsOf the wounded.
We’ll join Your assembly,With joy of heart.In honeypots and wine vats,we present you.
*Original Poetry by Kerry Hasenbalg