How long, 0 Lord, until you hear the Church’s cry of pain? Our voices fail, our strength grows weak are all our dreams in vain? Yet still we search for shafts of hope for rumours of new birth, we strain for heaven’s answer to our anguish here on earth. How long, 0 Church, until you learn that death must be the sign? How long until that call is heard and recognised as mine? Yet still I search for shafts of hope for rumours of a change, that dying to yourself prepares for a divine exchange. We hear, 0 Lord, that death means life not only for the One who risked the cross with all its shame to show himself the Son. Yet still we search for shafts of hope for rumours of a sign to help your restless people see this mystery divine. My children will you dare to see beyond your sacred wall; To risk a faith that dares to grasp eternal life for all? Yet still I search for shafts of hope for rumours of a Church that, dying to itself, can bring my Kingdom here on earth.
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