Travail

Rend the heavens, LORD come down
Shatter the darkness that surrounds
Bring your power, LORD sublime
Take our passions, we are thine
With your cup, LORD, us possess
For without your love, we're emptiness
We have strayed, our lives are bare
Our cry is "Abba"; You are there

The nations rage, empty visions see
They scoff your grace and libery
And refuse your Passion upon the tree

Slopes to hell, we barrel down
Unless we live to wear bear your crown

Master, bind us to your name
'Til our lives no more the same
If in prayer we do not pale
Kingdom birth will soon prevail