The Road Called Advent Open the door to advent Look down the streets of gold They're all here Those whose hearts were torn, b loodied and ripped open Those who were beaten And drug down the muddied streets o f a world created to embrace them... He too, w as beaten and drug down these same streets Can you now see them playing on all the streets of gold? Laughing and singing, hearts glowing and filled with joy Celebrating the promises All the promises come true There is no more sorrow Hearts and lives no longer torn to pieces Bodies hurt no more Babies are loved and held and kissed and cuddled Every captive heart set free is soaring in jubilation Jumping and spinning and dancing is the scene before my eyes A most beautiful scene All aglow u nder the majesty of His presence Advent walks us and all our brokenness T hrough all the muddied streams of life, and over all the mountains of pain It sits us right down
