I can say no more about the poem below than this: there will be those who will treat it like a snack on the run and quickly move on to something more satisfying. Hopefully, there will also be those to whom it will be more like an anticipated expensive meal, to be tasted, carefully considered and allowed to be digested in full. By reading slowly and thoughtfully, and perhaps more than once, you may find yourself hearing and connecting deeply with the Lord’s heart.
Grieving In Zion
When the great machine rolls ever onward
Laying waste to holy ground
When souls are crushed in the race to greatness
Left trampled in the putrid dust
When good is evil and evil’s good
And truth polluted with compromise
When sacred and profane are poured
Mingled in the golden cup
Who is there will raise a tear
And take up a lamentation
Who’ll lift a voice of mourning
And grieve with me in Zion?
When love is just a commodity
To be traded for expediency
When hate hides in ideology
And dresses in democracy
When ‘Kingdom come’ is ours not His
Who will dare lament the loss
And who will stand against the crowd
When the flag obscures the cross?
Come all you cloistered prophets
Come you who suffer long
Amid the stench of Babylon
There are those who grieve in Zion
When those who say they lead the way
Never even learned to follow
When deception makes us strangers
And there’s none to heal the gap
When the freedom bell rings hollow
And justice picks and chooses
When the church has sold her soul
Who will be the greatest losers?
But we will dust our heads in ashes
And sackcloth we will don
Amid the proud procession
We will bear our grief in Zion
And when it’s all been said and when it’s all been done
When the silver tongues fall silent
And the empires crumble headlong
When there’s nothing left to fight for
And nothing left to win
And Babylon writhes in her grave
Whose name shall our allegiance claim
And who shall be our king?
So let us sing our song of sorrow
And let Heaven join the chorus
Till all that can be’s shaken
And the Kingdom stands before us
And let our tears fall full and free
And our steps be sure and strong
As we dance our dance of sadness
With those who grieve in Zion
© Cheryl McGrath, Bread for the Bride, 2016 Copyright Notice: Permission is granted to freely reproduce any Bread for the Bride articles in emails or internet blogs, unaltered, and providing this copyright notice is included. To permanently display an article on any static website please contact me for permission.
8 thoughts on “Grieving In Zion”
I love your poems. I write poems with similar themes. I sense a kindred heart.
Great to meet you Debra.
Thank you for this, Cheryl. It’s beautiful, deep and balm to a one who grieves in Zion.
‘The great machine… cloistered prophets…’ It is God himself who gives you these words, Cheryl. I feel just a little bit of the pain, how much more our Lord? Let me labour, be and do, in union with Jesus, my hope in the King alone.
Thankyou Erroll. He shares His pain with us, doesn’t He, in the measure He knows we can carry individually. I believe there are many carrying the burden of the Lord’s heart these days, cloistered and hidden away by the Holy Spirit, laboring in the Spirit and being watchmen and women in this world, occupying until He comes. And for those who have not denied Him the fellowship of His sufferings, how great is the joy to come! Bless you as always!
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Beautifully sad and true!
Yes. Thankyou for your comment.