sing us songs

 “From the ends of the earth we hear songs of praise,

    of glory to the Righteous One.
But I say, I pine away,
    I pine away. Woe is me!”  Isaiah 24:16

when i would choose

misery as my guide,

and not mercy;

when i would feast

on a slice of bitterness,

and not the bread of goodwill;

when i would make my bed

with fearmongers,

and not curl up in your lap,

sing me the songs of hope,

God of my heart,

sing me the songs of joy.

© 2019 Thom M. Shuman