Mine eyes run down with waters
I see the judgment come
And not a one in Zion’s walls
Repents to save our home.
The women leave the homesteads
The children roam in sin
And not a priest will call it foul
The heresy we’re in.
The young men waste their vigour
The judges issue floss.
So You have launched your arrows
And You have brought us loss.
And bread has caught our bellies
The search transcending all
Neglecting writ of righteousness
And plunging fast, we fall.
It starts with my own person
Left weak and in the pit
And feeling, right or wrong, your ire
And terrified by it.
Our prayers don’t leave the temple
Not solemn now or real
And strangely, you still harbour hope
Though all this muck you feel.
Lord please hear my petition
Let Sovereignty dash our foe
And not just archers from without
The barbs within must go.
Then maidens pure will sing and dance
And young men pledge their heart
And children rest in safety’s arms
Your people set apart.
Lamentations 3: 42-50
Hebrews 2: 3, 4
Note: The Greek word for church “ecclesia” means a people set apart unto God.