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Of Old Men and Newborns

 

~ A Little Hope ~

 

Out from the pit o’ despair,

woeful accused didst cry;

whilst ‘n dun an’ darkness,

his soul didst ‘bide.

 

Yea, out of the midst o’ well,

cryin’ o’er an’ o’er again!

Yet his plaintive request fell,

as chaff ‘mongst grain.

 

‘Twas into dungeon’s belly,

angry men didst cast;

shackles ‘pon ankles ‘plied,

an’ wrists bound fast.

 

‘N distress, afflict’d didst wail,

‘twas a lamentable refrain!

Yet his plaintive request fell,

as chaff ‘mongst grain.

 

‘Twas men, e’en his brethren,

for speech boldly given.

Fell ‘pon him, an’ drave him,

from ‘mongst the livin’.

 

Thru teeth brake’d midst assail,

cries he didst maintain!

Yet his plaintive request fell,

as chaff ‘mongst grain.

 

Specters o’ madness gather,

‘bout prisoner’s head;

body shiverin’ within thrall,

battered an’ nigh dead.

 

Cryin’ loudly out o’ his cell,

‘n struggle ‘gainst chain!

Yet his plaintive request fell,

as chaff ‘mongst grain.

 

Vision blinded ‘n shadow,

o’ prison’s miry clay;

weepin’, cryin’, a lament,

for nation gone astray.

 

Yea, out o’ the bowels o’ hell,

seer e’er cries plain!

Yet his plaintive request fell,

as chaff ‘mongst grain.

 

Yet ‘midst his misfortune,

‘gainst sorrow an’ pain;

old prophet faithfully cried,

for souls hoped gained.

 

For e’en ‘n affliction’s spell,

faint hope didst remain!

Whilst his plaintive request fell,

as chaff ‘mongst grain.

 

Lamentations 3: 21 – This I recall to my mind, therefore have I hope.

 

 

 

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