How Long?

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My tears have carved out deep ravines,
My eyes have washed away;
I cannot see who’s taunting me,
But I can feel their rage.

My soul is grieved by enemies,
Who spit and strike my face;
How long, O LORD, must I endure,
Before they make my grave?

My tears and sorrows have spilled out,
There’s nothing left to cry;
How long, O LORD, will You forget,
And leave me here to die?

In death I’ll trust Your promises,
To raise me to new life;
How short, O LORD, shall darkness seem,
In Your Eternal Light?

For there I will not see the tears,
That left this heart of mine;
But LORD, how long, will tears still flow,
Forever in Your mind?

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How long, O LORD? Will you forget me forever? How long will you hide your face from me?

How long must I take counsel in my soul and have sorrow in my heart all the day? How long shall my enemy be exalted over me?

Consider and answer me, O LORD my God; light up my eyes, lest I sleep the sleep of death, lest my enemy say, “I have prevailed over him,” lest my foes rejoice because I am shaken.

But I have trusted in your steadfast love; my heart shall rejoice in your salvation. I will sing to the LORD, because he has dealt bountifully with me. (Psalm 13 ESV)

Job’s Song

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I am reduced to dry tears,
Everything of worth is gone,
Should I curse Almighty God,
And dread the day of my birth?

For God is not like a man,
How can I contend with Him?
And what of these friends I have,
Am I already condemned?

Is there not an Arbiter,
Who knows my sorrow and pain,
A Savior who goes between,
The Holy One and my woes?

For God is not like a man,
How can I contend with Him?
And what of this Friend I have,
Whose grace I can’t comprehend?

Creative God of Wonders,
Commander of the Morning,
The Redeemer of lost men,
You are Perfect in Power.

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Even now, behold, my witness is in heaven, and he who testifies for me is on high.

My friends scorn me; my eye pours out tears to God, that he would argue the case of a man with God, as a son of man does with his neighbor.

For when a few years have come I shall go the way from which I shall not return. (Job 16:19-22 ESV)

For I know that my Redeemer lives, and at the last he will stand upon the earth. 

And after my skin has been thus destroyed, yet in my flesh I shall see God, whom I shall see for myself, and my eyes shall behold, and not another.

My heart faints within me!  (Job 19:25-27 ESV)

Tears

prayer-1269776_1920One knee beside the other,
But few words can be uttered,
I hear giant rolls of thunder,
Instead of my tears.

Rising to the window now,
I see the lights glow from town,
As the rain starts pouring down,
In sympathy tears.

Each streak of lightning reveals,
Scary trees and thunder peals,
I know how the windows feel,
Exposed in their fears.

With faces covered in rain,
I empathize with their pain,
And attempt to pray again,
But it spills out tears.

One knee beside the other,
But few words can be uttered,
I hear giant rolls of thunder,
Instead of my tears.

Behind the lines

Sometimes we need to grieve, or weep with those who weep (Romans 12:15). However, we do not grieve as if there is no hope. Our hope is in the Lord Jesus Christ (1 Thessalonians 4:13-18).

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