Our bunker is crafted out of His prodigal love
And our boundless faith.
We endeavor to banish darkness to its proper place.
Our ragtag band of sisters and brothers
Dance to life,
To the tune of His unfailing affections;
The Kingdom is here!
What a glorious mystery, such a marvelous
Treasure to expose.
Our hearts are not alone but home to
His abundant majesty.
Our hope is living. Breathing. Generative. Creating. Sustaining. Transforming.
We carry the authority of the King to call things not as they seem.
Our heartbeat is of heaven;
And the sweetest refrain is to be engraved on the palms of His hands.