My Soul Waiteth for the Lord More than They That Watch for the Morning

The sky turns black as the last morning dawns:
there was day, there was night, the night carries on.
The trumpet resounds, the crickets chirp,
the Earliest Bird catches the Wyrm.
Then, like dew, the believers rise
as New Heav'n and Earth photosynthesize,
a tree of life to heal all nations--
come, Lord Jesus! we grow impatient.

For in That He Himself Hath Suffered Being Tempted, He Is Able to Succour Them That Are Tempted

The LORD committed homicide--
on the cross committed suicide--
my God! my God! forsaken, cried.