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| Wednesday, August 9, 2006
lamentations Writer: Annabelle BokWhat words are there to pen For the comfort of Your people? If there are, they are hidden from me My soul cannot find them. There is no song within me No melody rises up My lips are dry and cannot open My throat is strangled shut The curses of the past Seem to surround me They leer at me like starving dogs Restless fiends from the Pit If You are a rewarder of faith There is nothing in me to reward And what am I, But lost? I am weary I am tired of trying to hope And if faith is the currency of heaven Then surely I am bankrupt I have wept all night Like a woman abandoned And is there any reason to say That my name is still on Your heart? You have cast me away Surely You have forgotten me For I hear no answer from You And there is no response to my distress. You came down from on high To set on us Your name You gave Your life to bring us home You were moved by love When no one called, You came Because You saw our need Why do You not heed me now When I am desperate for reprieve?
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