There comes a time of restoration
When the ancient ways will be again
When prophets arise in a moment
From a wilderness designed by God’s hand.

No eloquence or worldly esteem , no..
They’ll be the smallest of the clan
And the silence and famine of Zion
Will flourish in vision again.

The weeping of Jeremiah’s own anguish
That baffled and angered most men
Jeremiah kept crying of lost comfort
And of deer with no pasture or land.

Could it be today still there’s a void…yes..
Of the comforter that’s allowed for collapse
For now, again, is idolatry of knowledge
And a church where Ichabod rests.

But soon, very soon, comes a fresh wind
Where revelation again comes renewed
And restoration of that devoured by locusts
Will be seen again as in the Upper Room.

December 13, 2015

The Book of Lamentations