The clouds are heavy with the knowledge of the LORD. A storm is brewing over the plain, and those who are not afraid of the weight of glory are bidden to return. He has torn us, but He will heal us. Our lack of knowledge has destroyed us, driven us to the desert, to death. This flood will be our salvation. Come if you will, but come trembling, for the LORD’s goodness is fierce and holy. Two days more, and He will revive us. He will raise us up on the third day. Hurry, let us press on toward the dawn, toward our spring.
Leave behind your meaningless sacrifices; He is not there. Run to the plain of mercy. He will meet us on the third day, on the third day, we will live. On the third day, we will know Him.