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Ministry Of The Interior

The Waking Dawn

1: THE CITY ASLEEP
In the darkness dreams a city
Lit up here and there with flames
Where some sleepers have been set alight by a name
It’s a city huge and callous yet on occasions beautiful
And it feels it little children with regret
As a whole it turns and tosses, restless and rebuked
For it tried to swallow One who rose again
Now it waits for it’s own ending, refusing proffered grace
Its vast foundations will be routed out

It is terminal city

Its ways are paved with fashions that appeal to willful fools
And all of us within it feel the pull
In its glittering and squawking
It attempts to drown the call
Of the still small voice of He who will outlast
The sounds of Terminal City
The dreams of Terminal City

2: “THE CITY DREAMS…”
i) Madmen
Give us a world we’ll screw it up
Give us a truth we’ll twist it
Give us resources we’ll throw ‘em away
Give us a week we’ll use it in one day
Madmen
Give us an inch we’ll take a mile
Give us your tears we’ll see ‘em and smile
Give us your poor and needy we’ll create breadlines
Give us your weaknesses we’ll print headlines
Madmen
Give us a chance we’ll waste it
Show us forbidden fruit we’ll taste it
Give us a gravy train baby we’ll drive it off the rails
Give us a friend and Saviour we’ll hang ‘im up with nails

ii) The Waking Dawn
The day will come when the beating drum
Of the call to war will beat no more
A day will rise into clear new skies
A day of perfect peace, complete release
And I want to see that morning
more than anything I know
And I pray we’ll be together
in the waking dawn

THE TRUE VINE LINE – LIVING BREAD AND WINE – POURING OUT THE PROMISE UNTIL DAWN – AND A DAWN CHORUS…

3: INTO THE WAKING DAWN
All the hopes and nightmares over
The Waking dawn arrived
The sleepers roused and brought into the day
The insubstantial city all wrapped up
and blown away
Reality’s great capital revealed

The throne of life bright blazing
The grip of death destroyed
The life of all life plain for all to see
Eternal songs of gladness are all that can be heard
The truth unveiled as greater than all dreams
In the Waking Dawn…

 

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