A Poem of Lament

 This poem, inspired by the Biblical book of Lamentations, was co-written with Luke Sheldrake over a decade ago from the time of publishing this post.

This is from memory, so there may be one or two extra verses jotted down somewhere and forgotten! There's also a half remembered tune that goes with it that I'll have to dust off!


Lord, how desolate the city

That was once so full of mirth.

Look to Zion now with pity

Your own child you brought to birth


In times past, in days of favour

There was seen a festive throng

But our love for you did waver

Now all festive days are gone


The Lord's good to those who seek him

Those who wait upon his word

In the stillness now we trust him

As we rest upon the Lord


It is seen in all its brightness

Heaven's city on a hill

It is seen in all its whiteness 

God is dwelling with us still


The Lord's good to those who seek him

Those who wait upon his word

In the stillness now we trust him

As we rest upon the Lord


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