It stands out silently, lonely in the opening
A hundred miles away from the new city
Moving slowly by the desert breath
Looking an object of scorn
Of the earlier old city.
True, it gave light and water
To the then civilisation, 50 years ago
Being an important station, fenced..
It had its keys with the Mayor
And many considered it a magic station.
It turns slowly, weeping for its lost glory
Clicking, no lubrication, just thirsty...
Of water miles below it, a rusty padlock at the base
Separating its treasures
The engineer designer is no longer living
*A turn of events happened last year
A mile away from the mill, oil has been discovered
An oasis nearby has grown slowly to a dam
And the city people have been coming, visiting...
There is a plan in place
That the windmill will be revived
To generate hydro and distribute water
The windmill will become a lighthouse
And 50 years of solitude will be wiped..
There is hope for living
Of water and light
Restoration from the stump, a stump of Jessee
A hope for the the barren
That years of dryness have an end
Construction and renovation have just began
And monitor lizards are slowly vacating
Not knowing what has happened
Comparing the scornful to broken
For the gifts and call of God, are without repentance.
Even though years of abandonment have ebbed glory
God has not forgotten
He has a master plan of restoration
Weep not child
There is hope for living
Who comes to the new windmill city
In amazement a generation after
Still in the dream of restoration
For the Master Planner, our Creator
Has executed a new plan, always making us anew.
Return, return O son, we miss you to sing with us
Wail not after captivity,..
When you return to rebuild Jerusalem
For the Messiah is making a new city
Weep not, for your light has come.
There is hope for the old stump
For He has made everything beautiful, in its time
The past is no more
No longer will you be abandoned
His love will shine through you to the nations
You shall be called blessed
Any your tears will be forgotten.
