Sing For The Souls Slain in Silence

Sing for the souls slain in silence,

Like a hush before our breath,

Lain in shallow unmarked graves,

Hidden till the end of time,

Till judgment calls their blood

As witness to testify to the Name,

As it ever was, so shall it be again.

Now I bring my cry before the Holy One,

And as I pour out my life and raise my eyes

To He who was, and Is, and Is to come,

In yonder azure, blue cloud-spotted skies,

I weep with tears for those lost lives,

Waiting in anticipation until they arise,

Having borne their cross in the way of life.

They are known even with their names scrubbed,

Erosion unable to strip the decaying evidence,

As flesh becomes dust once more in His sight.

Earth’s embrace gradually returning us to first form,

Feeding the creatures in the ground nutrients in a fond,

Friendly farewell for the us we once were in skin,

Having lain our garments aside as souls in light within.

I sing a new song for the sacred dead in Christ as Dust,

Once lost now found, blind but now given sight as I must.

We hold a candle in vigil in the watches of the night,

Waiting as a virgin with our lamp lit, oil ready with extra,

Having cleansed ourselves in the blood of the Lamb,

Ever watchful for the Bridegroom, awaiting, anticipating,

Adorned with humility as our jewels, good works our finest dress.

That when He appears we will be gathered to Him,

To be with Him for eternity, where He is our only lasting peace,

Where war and weary hearts are nonexistent and tears are forgotten,

Where the lion lies down with the lamb, and the two can coexist,

Where our heart’s desire dwells continually with us, in us,

Where joy can be shared in communal gathering apart from fear,

Where Yeshua Himself joins as guest and Host, love manifest.

That is the land I long for — where You can be touched, wept over,

Worshiped in spirit and in truth, that You might say our new names,

The ones given on that fabled white stone You hold so solemnly, sacred,

The true nature of our being laid bare before us in that small stone,

Showing just how much You know us on the deepest level of ourselves.

And with the final name given by You, Holy Father, we await it longingly,

Our beings genuflected in worship so sublime it borders transcendence.

May You be glorified eternally and in the Name above all names — Yeshua,

Risen King, Immortal King, Ruler of the Ages, the Firstborn of Creation.

We adore You even as we implore You: fill these sad sacks of sinew

With another fresh breath of Your invisible wind, Ruach HaKodesh.

Even now as we sing the sacred song of closing in silence, reflect,

We enter as we leave — eternally entered into the records, Scrolls,

Our new name inscribed in the blood in the Lamb’s Book of Life.

Amen, Lord Yeshua, come.