Freedom Rings

In the darkness, in the deep despairing place
Where the burden wears me down
Causing me to trip and to fall
I cry aloud
I scream in anguish and I gasp for air
The stench of this place in drawn into my lungs
I cough and I choke
Where are you Lord?
Where are you in this place?
In my despair I cry for you
In my anguish I hope to hear your voice
I hope to know your love
And then you come and your glory doesn't crack the sky
You come and not a single person stirs within their sleep.
In humility you coo and cry
In humility you live and die
As our high priest clothed in purity you enter the holy of holies
We listen, breath held, palms sweating
To the ringing of the bells along your garment hem
We listen, breath held, palms sweating
As you plead for our redemption before God
As you offer up sacrifices before the Lord God Most High
We listen and we wonder
Then the sounds of the bells stop ringing and we stand silent with baited breath
Death is a certain threat when dealing with the Lord Our God
We wait as a minute passes
As another goes by we pray, silent and earnest
And then the third minute begins
We count down the seconds,
Our hands gripping the rope to pull out the body of our perished priest
5-4-3-2-
Resounding thunder fills the air as God's glory cracks the sky
The temple veil is torn in half
And freedom rings loud and clear on the hem of our high priests robe.