Though all your walls have tumbled down,
and all your stones lie strewn,
yet peace can once again be found,
for he will come to you.
And though this night stretch on and on
like none you ever knew,
yet someday there will come a dawn,
for he will come to you.
Though you have fallen from the height
and broken lie, and bruised,
yet you will rise with morning's light,
for he will come to you.
And though you cannot see a way
that carves this desert through,
yet Christ will lead you into day,
for he will come to you.
Then empty streets will fill with joy,
your city built anew,
and you will lift again your voice,
for he will come to you.
And then shall earth and heaven sing—
oh, heart, you shall sing, too!—
to see the coming of the king,
for he shall come to you.
Kate Bluett 