Rising Wave

It's happening, breaking forth

A low rumble now, a tidal wave to come

Here in the valley of dry bones

Here behind razorwire and bars

God is building an army

Precious gems mined from the ore

Broken vessels on the potter's wheel

Let the 'wise' reel like drunkards

Who could predict it?

The 'refuse' receiving the Master's touch

The Perfect Father displaying his plan

No one will steal his children

He will have what is his own

None will be snatched from his hand

What a glorious plan

Wrought by the ultimate General

To take the condemned and rejected

To snatch them from the devil's grip

The very ones men think are hopeless

To breathe life over them

Causing bones to stand up

A mighty army prepares to march

Come Lord, for your name's sake

Raise up your army from among us

Mine the jewels for your magnificent crown

You are worthy

Come take that which you deserve

Stephen Pursell, 9/04,

from within the walls of

CMF/Vacaville(CA) St. Prison