First Sunday of Advent (B)
Isaiah 64:1–9
Year B
O, that we might be the present
That you, Lord, would fin’lly open,
Tearing at the edge of heaven,
Ripping apart all the wrappings
And trappings, the prejudices,
Old animosities, new fears,
The hatred and the violence,
All that hides what we truly are,
So all might know, and all might see,
How loved, by far, is each, by you.
