Remember

Do Your ears ring, remembering what used to be?
Missing the old days, do You sometimes cry?
Your arm moved, in mighty ways, because we asked it to.
Accounts of Your greatness echo in my heart.
I heard them. Stories of magnificence and glory.
Yours.
Imagine seeing bricks fall like feathers.
Or water splitting as if cut with a knife.
Opening pages to read about life.
Of impossible things being real.
Ears opened.
Words formed.
Limbs straightened.
Hearts restored.
Repentance on our lips, we cried and You answered.
Refreshing as rain fell.
Coveting Your time, we sang and laughed.
Laughter is dark now.
Songs like rusty nails.
You miss us. We must miss You.
If we remember, does that mean You will?
Those days we hear about, please renew.
In Your mercy, please, Lord, restore.