Kindred

We are like men crazed by hunger sick of church but hungry for God this emptiness cannot be mended by mud this dark, breastless church fuels our anger Desperate we pursue madly his grace running after his seemingly eluding prescence we live lives emptied of lies & silly pretences that we may intimately see him face to face We hunger after his peace, power & glory we tire of inspiring orators selling hope we tire of enduring & trying to just cope we desire to rewrite history with our story We are crazed men set free by his Spirit we begin afresh to live above & beyond the realm of strive we are transformed into he whom we see Madly in love we are at last a prophecy of God that has come to past