Kindred
We are like men crazed by hunger
sick of church but hungry for God
this emptiness cannot be mended by mud
this dark, breastless church fuels our anger
Desperate we pursue madly his grace
running after his seemingly eluding prescence
we live lives emptied of lies & silly pretences
that we may intimately see him face to face
We hunger after his peace, power & glory
we tire of inspiring orators selling hope
we tire of enduring & trying to just cope
we desire to rewrite history with our story
We are crazed men set free
by his Spirit we begin afresh to live
above & beyond the realm of strive
we are transformed into he whom we see
Madly in love we are at last
a prophecy of God that has come to past
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