From ashes to ashes,
From dust to dust,
The priest marks me
With the sign of
Him who saved me.
I leave the darkened church disoriented and dazed,
Staring at a word bathed in stark, cold sunlight,
A world that is a mere shadow of the one to come
Until You come again
O Lord, and redeem
These ashes, this dust
This humble frame
This girl, this life
Who could blow away
In the breath of Your
Shechinah Glory!
How long do we wait?
How long yearning
For the end of ash
The end of dust
And the beginning
Of our real lives
With You?
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