The driving rain hitting the cliffside
splinters into a thousand rivers.
Cold pain rolling like high tide
enters the heart in a long line of slivers.
Even the sun comes ray by ray,
and to Him a thousand years is as a single day.
Make it through this moment—
it won’t take long,
although another follows
after this one’s gone.
Every mammoth darkness
before its evil lands
must squeeze itself through the portal
of the filtering second hand.
The hobbits cross the Gorgoroth ash plain
an inch at a time on knees that are bleeding.
The monsoon coughs up flood-flash rain
drenching a heart only barely beating.
Even the king comes seed by seed,
while the leaven is rising imperceptibly.
Make it through this moment—
it won’t take long,
although another follows
after this one’s gone.
Every mammoth darkness
before its evil lands
must squeeze itself through the portal
of the filtering second hand.
When the breaking is broken,
immense as it is,
a pathway opens
by your fierce will to live.
The driving rain hitting the cliffside
splinters into a thousand rivers…
Make it through this moment—
it won’t take long,
although another follows
after this one’s gone.
Every mammoth darkness
before its evil lands
must squeeze itself through the portal
of the Father’s aching
filtering second hand.