A poem on Psalm 74. Dedicated to the persecuted Christians in Syria.
O God, why have You cast us Low,
Your Anger burning like fire’s smoke?
Remember us, Your Flock—Your own,
whom You have Redeemed from of old.
Our churches lie in Ashes now;
the Enemies laugh, which You allow.
They’ve hacked and burned the Holy Place,
defiling all with Scornful face.
No Signs remain—no prophets call;
the Dark has settled over all.
How long, O Lord, will foes Prevail?
How long to bear their Blasphemous wails?
But You, O God, from Ages past,
have Ruled the sea without a mast.
You split the Waters, stilled the waves,
and broke the Fountains of ocean’s caves.
The day is Yours, the Night as well;
the stars and sun Your Wonders tell.
You made the Earth, its Seasons turn, —
the warmth of summer and cold of Winter.
Rise up, O Lord, Defend Your cause;
let the Needy give You their applause!
The Fools who mock Your name each day
shall see Your Justice on display.
Do not forget Your Covenant long,
for the Darkness haunts Your chosen throng.
Do not ignore the voice of Your Foes
and the Tumult of their deathly throes.
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