A City
Sundays were either bright, cheery and grace-filled or dark, damp and laden with the Law. Today was a Sunday of the latter kind though there was a strange note of grace in the air.
The dark days of winter were bearing down faster than ever before. The cold winds of October had been blowing since September. Eager, it seemed, to bring death upon this part of the world. Cast out from the other side of the earth where spring was emerging in flower-clad fields, the winds mourned with hollow voices over Tokyo. Just as One once cried "Woe!" over another great city.
Could she feel it? Could she hear the heart beats of those who yearned to turn her face to the Almighty LORD?
Like a massive weight holding the country down, Tokyo groans in pain and despair. Her cries echoing across the sea onto seemingly deaf ears.
Where was her Savior? The rising sun of her heart? She forever looks east yet sees only a frozen expanse of blue meeting blue.
Keep looking, Beloved! Your Light will come! The Morning Star will rise in your hearts! He is coming soon to gather those who are lost. To turn cries of despair into laughter. To change dark countenances into tears of joy!
Soon all will fall silent; the trains, the wind, the people, before the day of the LORD. All will turn their faces and wait in expectation for the One.
The dark days of winter were bearing down faster than ever before. The cold winds of October had been blowing since September. Eager, it seemed, to bring death upon this part of the world. Cast out from the other side of the earth where spring was emerging in flower-clad fields, the winds mourned with hollow voices over Tokyo. Just as One once cried "Woe!" over another great city.
Could she feel it? Could she hear the heart beats of those who yearned to turn her face to the Almighty LORD?
Like a massive weight holding the country down, Tokyo groans in pain and despair. Her cries echoing across the sea onto seemingly deaf ears.
Where was her Savior? The rising sun of her heart? She forever looks east yet sees only a frozen expanse of blue meeting blue.
Keep looking, Beloved! Your Light will come! The Morning Star will rise in your hearts! He is coming soon to gather those who are lost. To turn cries of despair into laughter. To change dark countenances into tears of joy!
Soon all will fall silent; the trains, the wind, the people, before the day of the LORD. All will turn their faces and wait in expectation for the One.
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