We have heard the whispered promise
that You are still to come.
And we, too, have been those who
preached those promises,
claimed those confessions,
declared those decrees.
But we also confess
that as soon as the creed slipped from our lips,
we left the pews without expectation, viable hope, or any bit of impatience.
He ascended into heaven, seated at the right hand of God, the almighty Father, from where he will come to judge the living and the dead.
And so we ask, dear God, that You
would grant us the grace of
Press our eyes to the horizon,
our ears to the ground.
Fix our feet in holy restlessness
and quicken them towards that which is our final Rest.