Fresh Visitation

Waiting to be strengthened
To carry a heart again

Hope that the answer
Will a final cure bring

Seeming impossible
To stand against the weight
Of a hellish threat, perhaps
Mostly of my own imagination

Then with Marksman-like precision
You strike down my foes

Those invisible jokesters
Who would mock and scorn

With a holy vengeance You speak
And scatter my foes

At the sound of your thunders they fall

I kneel in worship
Waiting again

Expecting 'til Your triumph
Resounds in all the earth