Advent's here, a time to pause, Four weeks we wait, obeying laws. Of anticipation, hearts alight, For Christmas dawn, and Jesus' light. But why these weeks, this numbered stay? The Jewish lore lights up the way. Four, forty, four hundred's call, Echoes of waiting, standing tall. The desert years, a lengthy test, A people yearning, finding rest. Like birthing pangs, a season's plea, For new beginnings, wild and free. So in this wait, let hope arise, As promised dawn lights up our skies. For Jesus comes, again to reign, And end our waiting, ease our pain. Waiting, watching, hearts ablaze, For the dawning of brighter days. Patience blooms, a gentle art, As we hold Christ within our heart. Come, Lord Jesus, hear our plea, Fill our souls eternally. In this season, we prepare, For Your coming, everywhere. Forty years with Moses' hand, Led to a nation, in promised land. Four thousand years, the story spun, From creation's start, to God's own Son. Forty days in desert's keep, Jesus fasted, secrets deep. Then ministry began to bloom, Dispelling shadows, sealing doom. Four weeks of Advent, candles bright, Anticipating Christmas light. A season set, a sacred space, To celebrate God's saving grace. So let us ponder, as we wait, The meaning held within our gate. Of numbered days, and patient plea, For Christ's return, eternally. Waiting, watching, hearts ablaze, For the dawning of brighter days. Patience blooms, a gentle art, As we hold Christ within our heart. Come, Lord Jesus, hear our plea, Fill our souls eternally. In this season, we prepare, For Your coming, everywhere. And still we wait, with longing eyes, For Jesus' return, beyond the skies. A world redeemed, where pain will cease, And sorrow fades, in perfect peace. We yearn to meet, on distant shore, With loved ones gone, who wait before. A sweet reunion, hearts entwined, In realms of glory, love defined. And questions linger, mysteries deep, About this world, its paths we keep. But faith sustains, as we explore, The hidden truths, forevermore. So let us learn, in patient grace, To trust His love, in every place. These Advent weeks, a time to grow, In faith and hope, as seeds we sow. Waiting, watching, hearts ablaze, For the dawning of brighter days. Patience blooms, a gentle art, As we hold Christ within our heart. Come, Lord Jesus, hear our plea, Fill our souls eternally. In this season, we prepare, For Your coming, everywhere. Isaiah 25 9 We wait for Him Lord, We will wait for You to come again as we celebrate the birth of Your Son, Jesus. Give us the patience we so badly need. In the name of Jesus, Amen. Waiting, watching, hearts ablaze, For the dawning of brighter days. Patience blooms, a gentle art, As we hold Christ within our heart. Come, Lord Jesus, hear our plea, Fill our souls eternally. In this season, we prepare, For Your coming, everywhere.

Hearts ablaze