Look near, look quick, and see now what I say.
With blood, with tears, your debt shall be paid;
in word and deed your sin has you bound -
by tongue and sword slow death will abound.

When bruised and broken your knees learn to bend
while down, look up, see now thy Friend;
Christ Jesus by name, by Spirit doth restore
grow now little one, prepare thyself for war!

Kill flesh, now self, renew what is left
I'll send you My Spirit, don't be thee deaf;
softly I speak, while you're still yet loud
in forms and fears wherewith religiously vowed.

Enter thee My rest and hear what I say
quiet now thy soul, for this is the day
to strip from tradition, man and his pleasure
for I'll clothe thee with Truth, and spiritual treasure.

Speak now, speak bold, share now My Word
men lie, men hate, their vision yet blurred;
beat you and kill you, they'll endlessly try
stand fast, walk on, bless them in reply.

Until one day when wars
long are forgotten;
be steadfast and intimate
with My only Begotten. . .