ZECHARIAH 2: The Restoration of James

Desolate i stood

Scattered by many winds

Drinking from the cups of others

Wondering if i'll ever see my 'Jerusalem'

Praying and waiting

Scanning the horizon

Sniffing the air for the rains

Like He said he would

At the fullness of time

He showed

With a tape he measured anew

Enlarging my territories

Yet they burst at the seams

Overflowing with more than i'll ever need

He became a wall of fire around me

And the glory in my midst

Those who plundered me

Came running back with compound interest

Begging to associate

They didn't know that when poked at my  eyes

They were touching Yours

Praise God!

For He is risen

To restore and enlarge

To inhabit my praise!