Far too long have we lurked in these shadows,
Far too long have we dwelt in this hallow,
Down, down, down…making our homes in the ground.
Let us, the blessed mole-people, come up and out of our holes
For it is time to live, time to thrive!
Oh we have sat in darkness and obscurity
And now let Yahweh be Light unto us….
Cause now, oh LORD, our eyes to adjust to brighter beams
To perceive more spectrum color, more shape, more vividness in all of this.
And cause our ears, Jesus, to hear each and every Word that proceeds from the mouth of God.
To hear AND discern the thoughts and intents of men…
To attend to their cries, their pain, their infirmities.
Oh Emmanuel, let us hear like You.
And give sharper knives of grace and mercy to our understanding,
Yes, Holy Spirit, be our wisdom…be our NEED!
We are dull and numb without You…
Without what You give,
We are dirt-diggers, earth-burrowers
Who know only to continue to eat elements,
deaf, dumb, and blind.
But You, The Great I AM,
You take moles and make them men…
You give them Light and purpose
And teach them how to love.
Bring me to the surface,
Teach me about New Birth…
My eyes are Yours,
My ears are Yours,
My mind, completely Thine.