A Cry of Lament

There is a dreadful night in Israel
From the children of Jacob
Comes a mournful cry
For the Roman fist is heavy
And the wretchedness of sin
Is overwhelming

Who will save us
When will You remember us?
When will you dethrone the cruel and unjust?

The land we were promised
Is littered with broken bones
The bones of our children, our lovers, our neighbors
The bones of our ancestors are scattered to the east
Who will gather them up and bring them home?

Who will stop the swords of the wicked?
Who will rescue the weak and weary
We are under the rule of godless men?
They gutted a pig in the Temple once
Won't You bring humble them?
Won't You humble them before they do it again?


Who will save us
When will You remember us?
When will You right the wrongs?

But when have we obeyed?
When have we kept our vows?
Will You look kindly on us, O Lord?
Will You soften my hardened heart?

Can You redeem the wicked kings?
Can You redeem the legacy of Solomon and Ahab?
Will the diseased and withered line of David yet bear fruit?

We have been crying out for over a thousand year.
When will Your deliverance come?
There have been many false Messiahs
When will the true one be sent?

So Israel cries out
And as in the days of Moses
The Maker of Heaven is moved
As on the mountain with Abraham
A sacrifice is provided
As in the suffering of Job
God shall speak with men

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