Friday, November 29, 2019

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

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