ELIJAH’S CAVE

Lord, let me find Elijah’s cave
That I may hear your voice;
In Bethlehem that cave you gave
To all who make your choice.

For in that little Baby’s cry
Is your voice still and small;
While in a cattle stall you lie,
You’ve come to save us all.

Not in the rush of worldly noise
Does your voice to us speak,
But to those hearts for you are poised
And know you’re strong, not weak.

Now from that cattle stall impart
Your righteousness to us
That we may have transfigured hearts,
So we may world’s noise hush.

Your cave to all becomes a nave,
‘Tis your own Church’s womb,
A nave that leads us to your grave
And through an empty tomb.

Then lay on us your prophet’s cloak
That we will your Word teach–
A cloak that you in your Blood soak,
For it is you we preach.

Then with Elijah let us rise
From cave to heaven’s throne;
In Church’s ark ride to your sky:
Through Church to heaven’s home.