ALREADY. NOT YET.

What if our celebration of the Baby was outdone by our longing for the King?

I’m so tired

Ready to rest

Freed by the already

Moving toward the not yet

Is it selfish of me

To want more

My eyes are straining

Body and Spirit torn

In the already

Not yet

How long will brokenness abound

Will the Enemy resound

Will the Found

Still feel lost

This truth brings a cost

The reality of

The Already. Not Yet.

Inescapable reality

There is a Place

Where every ought to be

Is everything I see

Knowing that is my destiny

How long then, I fret

Is Already. Not Yet.

Longing almost too much to bare

The weight of waiting

Beyond compare

If this Place exists

Then Your return

It must not persist

My voice cracking

Awaiting my new song

Not Yet,

Be not prolonged!

Eating from the Tree of Life

Bearing fruit in every season

Come oh Come

Lord Jesus