though death has seen its own defeat
on planks of wood and innocent blood
it's still a cracked well where our trust fell
we await the day when our eyes will see
doubting faces reminiscent of me
and mended wounds that stand before the king
you're making everything new
soon wars will cease and we'll dance on streets
of water and gold, clear as crystal
the leaves of trees will heal cities
and the throne of old will guide the road
then our tears will cease to salt the earth
and the named will sing as we stand before the king
so break these cisterns and give us springs of life
posted by jon havens
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