Come
Written sometime around May 1st, 1999 by Justin Brock. Category: Songs“Come” is another one of those songs that took me a while to write. I think I was 6 months on this one. If you’re a prude, I apologize for the sexual imagery. There’s biblical warrant for it, though, and a long tradition of Christian writers who use it. Take a look at the footnotes on Hymn of Autumn, for example.
Come
I am a desert parched for your tears
Passion of heaven rain on me
Cleanse me from sin, oh drown my fears
Years that have spent and wearied me
Is that your cloud on the horizon
Dare hope the drought is nearly done
I care not how you come Lord
But oh come quickly, quickly come.
Come as a thousand flocks of sparrows
Peppering winter winds with song
Season the sky with peace and cheer
Linger the pilgrims laughter long
Gentle his pain and soothe his bruises
May he hear hope in sadness sound
Gather his old and aching pieces
In woolen warmth and wrap them round.
Flow from the heights a swollen stream
Thrust from the hidden wells above
Pulse through the waiting valley’s seam
I am laid open for your love
Leave me no longer leave me barren
Green me till fruit folds full arms down
Balm with silent songs of heaven
Hear me soon with their whispered sound.