More

I want more justice than has been dealt.

I want more souls, more lives all knelt

before the King, for hate to melt.

I want more joy than I have felt.

I want to see more children laugh

as more Moses' take up their staffs,

to lead the people on God's behalf,

freed from chains that leave them chaffed.

I want to see the proud brought low,

crimson stains washed white as snow,

all because His wounds did flow

and conquered the evil foe.

I want to see the bridges crossed

between His children and the lost,

to bring them rest, not to exhaust,

awakened new, like springtime moss.

I want to see more men as knights,

unafraid to forgo fights,

unless champions of weakers' plights,

soldiers in the cause of light.

I want to see more princesses,

an heir of God in all she says,

living love, in all she does

and so much stronger because.

I want to die unto myself,

set aside my earthly wealth,

to live as Christ would himself,

faith not on a dusty shelf.

I want more than I can picture,

the conclusion of the Scriptures,

Heaven's worship all a mixture,

abundant life without stricture.