OLD WINE (BALLADS OF THE SONG OF SOLOMON) I have stared down the barrel to see the joy beyond This path I've paved and sown in pain The nights I've spent alone Carnality won't hold Me when I weep It'll lay out its branches Crucify Me in a week But tarry in the Garden—can you pray To lead My beloved out of all her caves and graves You have done such great things for me Out of fire, into fullness with a song as I lean Every promise is paid for in tears When hope deferred breaks you down o'er an age's worth of years Yet every drop shed clarifies my eyes To see and bear the burden You ransomed with Your life HaShem never cuts covenant ending in divorce Sing to Yerushalayim the end of all her wars "Blessed is He who comes;" no knee will have a choice He'll split apart the Olivet and comfort with a Voice That'll bring to the time of birth and cause delivery Draw Eden from the wilderness and let a barren woman sing For I want a love that survives a lifetime Don't give Me a weak drink I want the old wine