We wait for you, Emmanuel,
who in the shadowed valley dwell
and in our vigil count the days
until you meet our longing gaze.
Emmanuel, O come, O come,
and make with us your heav'nly home.
We ache for you, Emmanuel,
as all your maddened prophets tell.
We bleed from all our hidden wounds:
Reveal them by your coming soon.
Emmanuel, etc.
We look for you, Emmanuel,
the light that on our Eden fell
and filled us when we walked with God:
Shine now upon our barren sod.
Emmanuel, etc.
We thirst for you, Emmanuel,
O spring unbound by any well,
but rising up from every stone
you fill the deserts of our souls.
Emmanuel, etc.
Now come to us, Emmanuel,
and open wide our prison cells.
Forgive our debts and dry our tears:
O root of hope, come blossom here!
Emmanuel, etc.
Kate Bluett 