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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