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