Mine eye affecteth mine heart; I see what sin has wrought, I behold the desolation of rebellion. Because of all the daughters of my city, I seek the face of my Lord God.
Mine eye trickleth down, My sorrow grows, And ceaseth not. Without any intermission, The enemy roars, The doubts soar, Till the Lord look down. And behold from heaven My help comes.
Mine eye runneth down with rivers of water, Put each drop in your bottle, Before they wash me away. And, please write them in your book, Before I forget my lesson. For the destruction of the daughter of my people Has caused me to cry to you. I shouldn’t be a stranger to my knees;Continue reading “Lamentations 3.48 ~ Tears”
Fear and a snare is come upon us, Afraid of what comes after this The judgment of God. Snared by the very works of my hands Trapped by the very words of my heart. Desolation and destruction. I deserve both!